Freehand Arson - A Spirit Dies

A spirit will die,
The loss is well grieved,
The last breath of light,
Out from the shadows come hideous beasts.

Instinctual mind, we set the gods free,
The maiden will rise, no longer we follow,
Anothers belief.

A meaningless life,
Dissolved in the sea,
The purpose you find,
Will not satisfy,
Will give no relief,
The master denied,
The students will flee,
With cowardly eyes.

Let progress begin yet again,
Forget not our mystical tails,
Humanity does not need to end.

The waning crescendo, of man,
Chaotic harmony, at hand,
Stripping us down, to the bone.

The season of man, will now turn,
Abandoning all we once knew,
Through the howling winds of the earth,
Speak of how we'll get through.