It's a story that takes place
In beautiful Paris, in the year of our Lord
One thousand four hundred eighty-two
A story of love and desire

All the anonymous artists
Of sculpture or rhyme
Will try to transcribe it for you
For the centuries to come

The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to reach for the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone

Stone by stone, day by day
From century to century with love
He saw the towers rise
That he had built with his hands
The poets and troubadours
Sang love songs
That promised mankind
Better tomorrows

The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to reach for the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone

The time of the cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to reach for the stars
To write his story
In glass or in stone

The time of the 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 predicted for the year two thousand
Is predicted for the year two thousand

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