Ruins of the Future      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