Lyrics

The grandest of Sentinels
Standing tall above all industry
She looms and speaks of
The futility of culture

Swaying in nature’s sigh
Leaning left to right
This species ignited the flame eons ago
That nestled beneath her mighty
Branches within the roots
Of this cataclysmic endeavour

The aged soil
Arable
No seeds of new life, new thought
Shall ever burst forth

The finite descension

Introspection within this haze
The world encased in the mourning blaze

Betrayed by the light
In the deepest caverns of your mind
Bereft of inspiration
You turn to decadence
Laying waste to your optimism
As it lies in ruins upon

The aged soil
Arable
No seeds of new life, new thought
Shall ever burst forth

The finite descension

Hail the finite descension
Now brace for a life with no new dawn