Celtic Frost

The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, the sky turns red
They reached the wall of no return and the breeze has stopped
Who wore the crown will never be known - might is broken
For all we'll drown into the sand - what will remain?
Inverted horizons, denied truth and blinded eyes
The Titans arise, the monuments fall, we cannot halt
Wishful pleads at last came true, some always knew
The clouds burn - or is it fire? ... the gods wince
Human pride and megalomania - The Titans watched it all