Desolate and unhallowed
A field of corpses stretches to the horizon
Grey and scorched black
A wretched stench fills the air
There are no gods here
Only the souls of the fallen
Crying out in fear and pain
War has cursed this place
Where roses once bloomed
Now maggots and rot takes their place
On this desecrated soil
Can hope be found again?
Can roses bloom once more?
