Time stands still as battle worn
Beneath your feet the [bad word] cold
No one moves

Death, wasteland, razed to the ground, gone, perished what life there was.

And ghostly in the darkness, there cast a shadow, mirroring madness
Echoes the work of the devil
The death and [bad word] 
The symbol of Hades
The heat and the hatred
The breakdown of life
Leaves us sorrow and strife
And we all will return to the ash.