The life researcher walks in a foreign space,
Behind black glasses his eyes are open.
The flashlight illuminates mysterious signs,
The trumpet proclaims his rhythmic step.
Without casting a shadow, we sail on the twilight,
Without casting a shadow, we live on the cloud.
And they nod and nod, without casting a shadow,
With great importance our very thin necks
The sky dances underfoot, the sky smells of boots,
We go, we fly, we sail. Our name is Legion.
The mope-headed comets are flying, flying in the sky,
Cometic mope-headers*, colored cities.
The life researcher couldn't care less
The cast himself under the paper and is a star unto himself.
Without casting a shadow, we sail on the twilight,
Without casting a shadow, we live on the cloud.
And they nod and nod, without casting a shadow,
With great importance our very thin necks
The sky dances underfoot, the sky smells of boots,
We go, we fly, we sail. Our name is Legion.
Without casting a shadow, we sail on the twilight,
Without casting a shadow, we live on the cloud.
And they nod and nod, without casting a shadow,
With great importance our very thin necks
The sky dances underfoot, the sky smells of boots,
We go, we fly, we sail. Our name is Legion.
We go, we fly, we sail.
Our name is Legion.