Upon the ruins of the future

I climbed to behold

A distance so pale

An existence so cold 



Resembling the views

These angels of damnation

As my mind came and flew 



Upon the ruins of future

I stood to be told

That the future will fail

Upon the hands that fold 



At the edge of the horizon

I saw the harmony of havoc

The path of the marauders

Transient yet tremendous 



Upon the failure, denial of token

Upon the speech, in my tongue spoken

The sign, the pulse that protrude

The resound, the return

The sequence that conclude, the fall of man 



Upon the ruins of the future

I climbed to behold

A distance so pale

An existence so cold 



Resembling the views

These angels of damnation

As my mind came and flew 



Upon the ruins of the future

I settled to be bold

When the downfall arises, as I am told 



The denomination of the grandiose demise

Granted as the imious impetus 



Upon the failure, denial of token

Upon the speech, in my tongue spoken 



Upon the ruins of the future

I settled to be bold

When the downfall arises, as I am told