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 enemyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
