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