Borknagar

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