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