This is a story that takes place
In fair Paris in the year of our Lord
Fourteen hundred eighty two
A story of love and of desire.
All the anonymous artists
Of sculpture and verse,
Will attempt to transcribe it for you
And for the centuries to come
The age of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium.
Man wanted to reach the stars,
To write his story
In glass and in stone
Stone after stone, day after day,
From century to century, with love,
He saw the towers rise, those
That he had built with his hands.
The poets and the troubadours
Sang songs of love
That promised the human race
Better days to come.
The age of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium.
Man wanted to reach the stars,
To write his story
In glass and in stone.
The age of cathedrals has come
The world has entered
A new millennium.
Man wanted to reach the stars,
To write his story
In glass and in stone.
The age of cathedrals has gone
The hoard of barbarians
Storms the city gates
Let them in, these pagans, these vandals
The end of this world
Is predicted for the year 2000,
Is predicted for the year 2000.