A dominant race, without heart only mind, To liberate man, without question of life. Our fate pre-determined we can but strive, To terminate us, for themselves to thrive. Feeding from the blood, spilt by their hands, To demonstrate the need and strength to stand. All will be lost, at the dawn of elimination, Negating the need for paths of replication. They replicate, so to create. Their purpose stems from hate. Dead we must be for the truth to be seen, Dead we will be in this faithless routine. Debilitation, of replication Is useless, a future, imminent. Replicate to thrive. Scouring the hive for last signs of life, Their wretched existence has ground us to lice. With arrogant purpose they reach ever higher, To drag on from high our decrepit messiah. All that has made them all that they are, Is ripped from the past and then ripped apart. Imagine a memory forced on a dead generation, Negating the need for the art of creation. They replicate, so to create. Their purpose, stems from hate. Dead we must be for the truth to be seen, Dead we will be in this faithless routine. Debilitation, of replication Is useless, a future, imminent. Replicate or die. Advancing on earth, our first blood consumed, A future expires as the past is exhumed. A soulless creation reacts to a threat, Absorbing a race, a nations fate is met. The progenies opus reverses its aim, Created for salvation, resorting to maim. A host forced to breed in order to give, Surviving its gain, replication to live. They replicate, so to create. Their purpose, stems from hate. Dead we must be for the truth to be seen, Dead we will be in this faithless routine. Debilitation, of replication Is useless, a future, imminent. Replicate to survive.

A great many unbelievers, in a far off place, Who must be shown the path, in a distant part of space, The wicked shall be vanquished, resistance to be assumed, They shall look to us as leaders, their galaxy will be consumed. The cause is just and will see us through to victory, You will follow Origin to be free from this misery, Or be laid in dust and live through this endless poison, For blessed are those that walk the path in unison. Hallowed are the Ori - The Book of Origin will show you the way Hallowed are the Ori - The Prior's of Origin will lead those astray Hallowed are those who would use and expose the knowledge and power given by true gods Ascend and transcend the means to an end, war on a higher plain has them at odds. Too many great deceivers, to be brought to the cause, Enter the flames of enlightenment, pointing out ancient flaws, Believe in the power that is chosen, the desire to see it through, For hallowed are the Ori and above the sun to you. The cause is just and will see us through to victory, The Mother of Origin will push to the end for glory , In her we do trust to grant us our final salvation, Ascension is possible to those who avoid temptation. Hallowed are the Ori - The Book of Origin will show you the way Hallowed are the Ori - The Prior's of Origin will lead those astray Hallowed are those who would use and expose the knowledge and power given by true gods, Ascend and transcend the means to an end, war on a higher plain has them at odds. Hallowed are the Ori The cause is just and will see us through to victory, You will follow Origin to be free from this misery, Or be laid in dust and live through this endless poison, For blessed are those that walk the path in unison.

A dominant race, without heart only mind, To liberate man, without question of life. Our fate pre-determined we can but strive, To terminate us, for themselves to thrive. Feeding from the blood, spilt by their hands, To demonstrate the need and strength to stand. All will be lost, at the dawn of elimination, Negating the need for paths of replication. They replicate, so to create. Their purpose stems from hate. Dead we must be for the truth to be seen, Dead we will be in this faithless routine. Debilitation, of replication Is useless, a future, imminent. Replicate to thrive. Scouring the hive for last signs of life, Their wretched existence has ground us to lice. With arrogant purpose they reach ever higher, To drag on from high our decrepit messiah. All that has made them all that they are, Is ripped from the past and then ripped apart. Imagine a memory forced on a dead generation, Negating the need for the art of creation. They replicate, so to create. Their purpose, stems from hate. Dead we must be for the truth to be seen, Dead we will be in this faithless routine. Debilitation, of replication Is useless, a future, imminent. Replicate or die. Advancing on earth, our first blood consumed, A future expires as the past is exhumed. A soulless creation reacts to a threat, Absorbing a race, a nations fate is met. The progenies opus reverses its aim, Created for salvation, resorting to maim. A host forced to breed in order to give, Surviving its gain, replication to live. They replicate, so to create. Their purpose, stems from hate. Dead we must be for the truth to be seen, Dead we will be in this faithless routine. Debilitation, of replication Is useless, a future, imminent. Replicate to survive.