Raining grenades 
on fields of fire,
on fields of red. 

Hail to the dead,
cover the fields,
the crops they bled.

Sulfur, brimstone,
it's in your head.
Purgatory graveyard,
mortal coil shed.

Wartime, woundtime,
brains a leaking,
find heroism,
nervends a tweaking.

Rattle bones,
rattle chains,
rattle cage,
nothing remains.

Chaos adrift
 wayward shores,
meet the maker,
 death count scores.

None leave
unscathed,
at night
 demons dance,
forage souls,
pillage light.

Do not enter
bloody zone,
bloody zone,
of war.

Hail to the dead,
cover the fields,
the crops the bled.