Tekster: AVANTASIA. The Metal Opera II. Neverland.

Caught in never land, no purpose to be seen
There's no point of destination
Never ending wastelands, such a wicked odyssey
Don't know what we have done wrong

Lead us back to Rome to follow you again
Bring you power, get salvation
I know less than all but more than many who know less
I know it's keeping us strong

And while they are pulling strings
While they are in command
They're hanging on strings
And fate they do commend into another hand

Caught in never land, heat and fire, snow and ice
They call nether world, what we call a paradise
Caught in never land and their spirits cannot rise
From the nether world, they can't see a paradise

And the Roman whore, the masters and the slaves
Raging on without they don't know
Good intentions on their minds
Can't ask for why they bow down

Lead us to Eden, judge those who bite off more
Than they can chew to serve, without they ask
Or call in doubt the task

Caught in never land, heat and fire, snow and ice
They call nether world, what we call a paradise
Caught in never land and their spirits cannot rise
From the nether world, they can't see a paradise

Caught in never land in the place of many eyes
Make it do what they are allowed to realize

Caught in never land, heat and fire, snow and ice
They call nether world, what we call a paradise
Caught in never land and their spirits cannot rise
From the nether world, they can't see a paradise

Caught in never land, heat and fire, snow and ice
They call nether world, what we call a paradise
Caught in never land and their spirits cannot rise
From the nether world, they can't see a paradise

Caught in never land, heat and fire, snow and ice
They call nether world, what we call a paradise
Caught in never land and their spirits cannot rise
From the nether world, they can't see a paradise