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