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
Sculpture or rhyme
Will try to transcribe it for you
For the centuries to come
The time of cathedrals has come
br/>The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to go up to the stars
write his story
In the glass or in the stone
Stone after stone, day after day
From century to century with love
He saw the towers rise
That he had built with his own hands
Poets and troubadours
Sang love songs
Which promised the human race
Better tomorrows
br/>The time of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to ascend to the stars
write your history
In glass or in stone
The time has come for cathedrals
The world has entered
Into a new millennium
Man wanted to climb towards the stars
write his story
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 predicted for the year two thousand
Is planned for the year two thousand