This is a tale that takes its place In Paris' fair, this hill of grace Fourteen hundred eighty-two A tale of lust and love so true We are the artists of a time We dream in sculpture, dream in rhyme For you will bring our world alive So something will survive From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals The old world began A new and old thousand years From man just has to climb up Where the stars are And live beyond life Live in glass and live in stone Stone after stone, day after day From year to year, man had his way Man had built with faith and love These cathedrals rose above We troubadours and poets sing That love is all and everything We promise you all humankind Tomorrow will be fine From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals The old world began A new and old thousand years From man just has to climb up Where the stars are And live beyond life Live in glass and live in stone From nowhere came the age of the cathedrals The old world began A new and old thousand years From man just has to climb up Where the stars are And live beyond life Live in glass and live in stone But it is soon the age of the cathedrals The rarians wait At the gates of Paris fair Let them meet these pagans And these angels The wise men once said In two thousand this world ends In two thousand this world ends