The need grows dire and the hour late
Tradition ignored, a gambit played
For the good of the hive
For the good of the world
Legio Invigilata
Control held by a thread
On the edge of the mindscape
The resentful machine overtaking
The need grows dire and the hour late
Tradition ignored, a gambit played
For the good of the hive
For the good of the world
Legio Invigilata
Suspended and barely alive
Unseeing, wizened, and hunched
Nonetheless shrewd and unrelenting
Refusing to walk will doom the city
Refusing to walk will kill us all
Under the threat of an overwhelming enemy
Invigilata must walk
Legio invigilata
Princeps, will you walk
The need grows dire and the hour late
Tradition ignored, a gambit played
For the good of the hive
For the good of the world
Legio Invigilata
How like a God, that ancient machine
Fists like two towers of destruction
Laden with the doom of mankind's foes
Watching over us as the battle begins
In the shadow of the walking city, God of the machine incarnate
We will crush the enemy