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 its own face
A shattered son
Alone and abandoned
Upon this day, this very hour
Stillness gives way
“Going over the top”