The age of the cathedrals
The beautiful city of ParisAlmighty God’s epochIn the year 1482A story of desire and loveWe, the unsigned artists, through every workWill let this story be heard by you, of the future
The age of the cathedrals cameThe world is now greeting a new millenniumMen want to reach to the edge of the skyTo write their history on glass and stone
Stone piled on stones andYet another day, one hundred years flowWith love, towers raisedThey kept but reaching higher and higherAlso poets sang several love songsSongs promising to mankind better days
The age of the cathedrals cameThe world is now greeting a new millenniumMen want to reach to the edge of the skyTo write their history on glass and stone
The age of the cathedrals cameThe world is now greeting a new millenniumMen want to reach to the edge of the skyTo write their history on glass and stone
The age of the cathedrals crumblesA crowd of heathens is crammed at the city gatesLet them within the rampartsThe end of this world is already destined by fateIt will be in the year 2000