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Gothic shadows
Evoke the horror
Sharp towers
Pierce the sky
Unreal beauty
Created by God
Monumental grace
of Middle Ages
Notre-Dame de Paris
I feel the breath of your walls
Notre-Dame de Paris
I see the eyes of God
God!
My God!
I want to touch your stones
To breath the air of time
To see the holy cross
To feel the smell of old time
I am a slave of God
Dismal decorations
Born the fear
Freezing statues
Look with anger
Gigantic archs
Are like gates of heaven
A great creation
For human race
Notre-Dame de Paris
Gothic shadows  Evoke the horror  Sharp towers  Pierce the sky  Unreal beauty  Created by God  Monumental grace  of Middle Ages  Notre-Dame de Paris  I feel the breath of your walls  Notre-Dame de Paris  I see the eyes of God  God!  My God!  I want to touch your stones  To breath the air of time  To see the holy cross  To feel the smell of old time  I am a slave of God  Dismal decorations  Born the fear  Freezing statues  Look with anger  Gigantic archs  Are like gates of heaven  A great creation  For human race  Notre-Dame de Paris