In our new age society With all its religious variety, Souls are sitting in dungeons Depressed and chained in irons. Illusioned by virtual reality They loose their sense of humanity. Pain and death have lost their thrill By the media overkill. Dungeons of society, Dungeons of our mind. Souls sit in darkness, Wish to dance tonight. A dance on green meadows. A glance to blue skies. All just desperate dreams To free their lonely lives. If this proceeds it will end. All mankind will descend. Killed by its own madness, souls sank into sadness. A dance on green meadows. A glance to blue skies. All just desperate dreams To free their lonely lives. Hope - in the end - will call To tear down all the walls. Light will flood the emptiness, Blindness will be gone. A dance on green meadows. A glance to blue skies. All just desperate dreams To free their lonely lives.