Digging deep, the tunnels crack,

The air is thin, the world turns black.

The queen still breathes, but not for long,

The cold wind hums a dying song.

I feel like an ant in autumn,

Dying slow, the frost forgotten.

Crushed beneath a world so rotten,

I feel like an ant in autumn.

Brothers fall, their bodies pile,

Carried off in single file.

Floods rise fast, the nest caves in,

The sky is bright, but light grows thin.

I feel like an ant in autumn,

Dying slow, the frost forgotten.

Crushed beneath a world so rotten,

I feel like an ant in autumn.

Wings break off, the weak collapse,

The scent of death stains the grass.

Famine spreads, the larvae choke,

The queen is gone, so ends the hope.

A grave that reads Deltaz, carved in stone,

Orange leaves scattered, the wind has blown.

No one returns, no one believes,

Forever wondering what the neon lounge means.

I feel like an ant in autumn,

Dying slow, the frost forgotten.

Crushed beneath a world so rotten,

I feel like an ant in autumn.

No one sees, no one praises the brave,

Our kingdom lost under the man’s grave,

The frost arrives, the silence grows,

Another colony… left to the crows.