Strolling down the courtyard, on a sunny summer day
Songbirds whistle their lonely song as the children play
A hint of black up above, clouds form in the sky
No sign or clue, right out of the blue, now it's time to die
Dancing upon the grass
Like marionettes on their strings
Dancing upon the grass
The songsbirds no longer sing
Smell of sadness spoils the air
No control left, to their dispair
St. Vitus strikes with wrath
Dance to their Death on the path
A plague, a curse known never before
Leaving the villagers entirely sore
Ready to stop, but they dance some more
The work of Satan or an angry Saint?
Our self-will, he hath started to taint
Exhaustion, the sight oh-so quaint
Dancing upon the grass
Line marionettes on their strings
Dancing upon the grass
The birds now cease to sing
Smell of sadness dilutes the air
No control left, only despair
St. Vitus leaves his wrath
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