Legion Paris

There are those turns that you take suddenly//
There are those uprisings that you can't repress//
There are those fights that you lead against everything//
There are those legions that move forward without turning back//

We are two, we are Women//
We take the road we know to be winding//
It is time to be what is sleeping within our soul//
Twist and torment the iron with the facetious hand//

Under the colorless mists of our tortured minds//
Black is the oxidized silver, raw is the material//
Dark is the harmony with strange upheavals//
Scarred like the skin that comes back from war//

Then deliver the reins to those who dance impassively//
On the edges of the crimson black city//
Forge together an invincible legion//
To be stronger when comes the day of collapse//