The researchist of living
in unfamiliar expance
Is walking staring closely
through his tightened glasses.
His lantern's illumining
the cabbalistic warnings,
The trumpet's promulgating
his mensurable steps.

Never casting our shadows
In the dusk we're breaking out.
Never casting our shadows
We are living on the cloud.
We are knodding, we are knodding
Never casting our shadows.
Our thin and flimsy necks are
waving with our donnish heads.
Sky is dancing under feet,
Madding we are smelling it.
Flying, floating on and on...
Our name is Legion.
The comets in the sky
are flying high and high,
The multicolour cities
that are seen from afar.
The researchist of living
never cares about it.
He's hiding up in paper
and feeling like a star.

Never casting our shadows
In the dusk we're breaking out.
Never casting our shadows
We are living on the cloud.
We are knodding, we are knodding
Never casting our shadows.
Our thin and flimsy necks are
waving with our donnish heads.
Sky is dancing under feet,
Madding we are smelling it.
Flying, floating on and on...
Our name is Legion.
Never casting our shadows
In the dusk we're breaking out.
Never casting our shadows
We are living on the cloud.
We are knodding, we are knodding
Never casting our shadows.
Our thin and flimsy necks are
waving with our donnish heads.
Sky is dancing under feet,
Madding we are smelling it.
Flying, floating on and on...
Our name is Legion.

Flying, floating on and on...
Our name is Legion...