Trenches of raging fire
Corpses scattered like garbage
The littered remains of war

The words is a bleeding sore

The survivors crawl through ashes

On limbs that are just stumps
Crawling to their redemption
Deep into the battlefield


A world of smoking ruins
A place where life is now hell


The soil is drinking the blood
Upheaval of the dirt

A giant hand of doom
In a worlds of smoking ruins


Nothing remains but death
Nothing lives in this place
Nothing remans but filth

The foul stench of the dead

World of smoking ruins

Ashes to dust and pillars of smoke
World of smoking ruins
Fleshless lies the end