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