Six Legs Locked In

March it in

Six feet, cold steel

Dust jump

When the plates all peel (yeah)

Big frame, all terrain, drop heavy

Six legs in the dirt, step steady

Cockpit low but the view so deadly

Whole squad roll when the deck get ready

Armor on the side like a walking wall

Claws dig deep, you can hear that crawl

Laser red eyes and the cannons on call

One stomp, two stomp, watch ‘em all fall

Climb any ridge, hit any slope

Walk through the smoke where they lost all hope

Engines hum like a warning note

When the head turns slow, better guard your post

AT-TE, six legs on the ground (on the ground)

When it touch down, whole field shut down (shut down)

From the sand to the snow, it don’t back down

AT-TE, big beast of the battleground

AT-TE, six legs on the ground

Every step feel like thunder in the town

From the front to the rear, keep the line strong

AT-TE, keep marching, move on

Troops in the back with the doors all sealed

Shaking in the racks when the guns get wheeled

Roof gun swing if the flank revealed

Turn one tap to a cooked-up field

Slow but sure, that’s a death drum pace

Tracks can slip, this thing hold grace

Even when the cliff try to test that weight

It lean, it grip, it refuse that fate

Clone in the helm with his hand on the yoke

Orders in the coms through the dust and smoke

“If we fall here, then the line get broke”

So it drives straight through every last choke

AT-TE, six legs on the ground (on the ground)

When it touch down, whole field shut down (shut down)

From the sand to the snow, it don’t back down

AT-TE, big beast of the battleground

AT-TE, six legs on the ground

Every step feel like thunder in the town

From the front to the rear, keep the line strong

AT-TE, keep marching, move on