The Smiling Dead

As the dawn breaks, a restless slumber cries in silence As the darkness fades, a visionless path remains to break To see the twilight crawl from a cloudless sky To see nocturnal horror in the absence of night A dead land of spirits without a soul The wandering cries from aimless might A blood-wept dream within a hole The barren realm unfit for sight The promised hope of salvation and grace A stagnant death of hell and disgrace The fertile fields of flowers to taste A fallen virtue without it's own face A shattered son Alone and abandoned Upon this very day, this very hour Stillness gives way