| It’s the end of the year nine hundred ninety nine
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| For nobles and countrymen, peasants and lords
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| The edge of oblivion draws near
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| Medieval darkness, cradle of magic
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| On through the night, the fears are growing
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| No more tomorrow, a merciless ending
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| Nowhere to run, the time is coming
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| The time is coming!
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| In the name of the Lord
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| The Pope and the Bishops preach
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| The beast of damnation will rise from the sea
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| The serpent of hell devours
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| Sinners are chanting, pay for salvation
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| You’d better prepare when judgement calls you
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| Is it too late now? |
| Omens are clear
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| End of the world, the Finis Mundi
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| The Finis Mundi!
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| God, hear the call of the sons of the Earth
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| We will stand tall in this time of despair
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| Prophecies old from the dawn of all days
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| Only the pure will survive this dark age
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| This is the end of all times, it’s the Finis Mundi
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| Damned are the souls left behind, it’s the Finis Mundi
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| Angels descend from the sky, it’s the Finis Mundi
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| Watching the world as it dies, it’s the Finis Mundi |