It's a story that takes place
Beautiful Paris in the year of God
One thousand four hundred and eighty-two
Story of love and desire
We, the anonymous artists
Of sculpture or of rhyme
Will try to transcribe it to you
For the centuries to come
The time of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to ascend to the stars
Write his history
In glass or in stone
Peter after stone, day after day
From century to century with love
He saw the towers rise
That he had built with his hands
The poets and the troubadours
They sang love songs
Which promised the human race
A better tomorrow
The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to climb to the canvases
Write his history
In glass or in stone
The time of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
In a new millennium
Man wanted to climb to the stars
Write his history
In glass or in stone
The time of cathedrals is over
The crowd of barbarians
Is at the gates of the city
Let these pagans, these vandals in
The end of this world
Is planned for the year two thousand
Is planned for the year two thousand

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