Text: Borknagar. Ruins of the Future.

Upon the ruins of 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, [Incomprehensible] 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 concludes the fall of man
The fall of man

Upon the ruins of 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 arise, as I am told

The denomination of the grandiose demise
Granted as the [Incomprehensible] 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 arise, as I am told
When the downfall arise, as I am told