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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 |
