Finis Mundi

It's the end of the year nine hundred ninety nine

For nobles and countrymen, peasants and lords

The edge of oblivion draws near

Medieval darkness, cradle of magic

On through the night, the fears are growing

No more tomorrow, a merciless ending

Nowhere to run, the time is coming

The time is coming!

In the name of the Lord

The Pope and the Bishops preach

The beast of damnation will rise from the sea

The serpent of hell devours

Sinners are chanting, pay for salvation

You'd better prepare when judgement calls you

Is it too late now? Omens are clear

End of the world, the Finis Mundi

The Finis Mundi!

God, hear the call of the sons of the Earth

We will stand tall in this time of despair

Prophecies old from the dawn of all days

Only the pure will survive this dark age

This is the end of all times, it's the Finis Mundi

Damned are the souls left behind, it's the Finis Mundi

Angels descend from the sky, it's the Finis Mundi

Watching the world as it dies, it's the Finis Mundi