[STREET CHORUS]
Non erit finis
World without end

[SOLO MEZZO-SOPRANO 2]
Whispers of living, echoes of warning
Phantoms of laughter on the edges of morning
World without end spins endlessly on
Only the men who lived here are gone
Gone on a permanent vacation
Gone to await the next creation

World without end at the end of the world
Lord, don't you know it's the end of the world?
Lord, don't you care if it all ends today?
Sometimes I'd swear that you planned it this way

Dark are the cities, dеad is the ocean
Silent and sickly arе the remnants of motion
World without end turns mindlessly round
Never a sentry, never a sound
No one to prophesy disaster
No one to help it happen faster
No one to expedite the fall
No one to soil the breeze
No one to oil the seas
No one to anything
No one to anything
No one to anything at all
[PRERECORDED CHOIR, SOLO BARITONE, SOLO MEZZO-SOPRANO 1, SOLO MEZZO-SOPRANO 2]
Et in Spiritum Sanctum
Dominum et vivificantem (You chose)
Qui ex Patre Filioque procedit (Hurry)
Qui cum Patre (And come)
Et Filio simul adoratur (Again) (You rose)
Et conglorificatur: (World without end)
Qui locutus est per Prophetas (End of the world)
Et unam sanctam catholicam (A man!)
Et apostolicam Ecclesiam (Bags packed, wings sewn)
Confiteor unum baptisma (End of the world!) (A man!)
In remissionem peccatorum (Wings sewn)
Et exspecto (Lord, don't you care?)
Resurrectionem mortuorum (You chose!) (Hurry!) (Lord)
Et vitam venturi saeculi (You rose!) (Hurry!) (Don't you care?)
Amen