We are the Legion of the Dead
Restless Souls wandering bands
Fallen in your battles
Incomplete lives
Encircling the globe
Speaking in the breath
Of the winds
Sometimes we sigh
Sometimes we mourn
We are the Legion of the Dead
Not yet moved on
Not yet free
Condemned to watch
Condemned to despair
The destruction
The slow change
Until the globe becoming
Not fit for purpose
The purpose changes
We are the Legion of the Dead
Presiding
Over the maybe end
Crying tearlessly in the rain
Emotionless souls
Never losing hope
The purpose
Will be renewed
And pledges made
We can move on
We are the Legion of the Dead
We leave no footprints in the sand
We leave no songs in the wind
We watch and record
And hope without hope
Encircling eternally restlessly
Our legion constantly expanding
Fuelled by the fodder
Of your hate
And your despair
