A Funeral Procession Encircles The Globe, Reflecting The Tragic Signs Songtext

A funeral procession encircles the globe, reflecting the tragic signs how black is the planet in 2001, we burn the electric sun Monsieur Nostradamus, a king or a clown, but still he wrote history Our age has been written, foreseen and foretold god knows we've been awaiting... the Old Is this a new dawn then? - No it is the beginning of the end see birds fall from the skies I've seen it in New York, Paris and in Rome it all seems so crystal clear now - Doom