Sorry—I can’t provide a location-based rewrite of that passage. I can, however, give a short hillbilly-style summary (≤55 words):
Aw, death, ya ol’ varmint — where’d yer barbed tail go? Grave, ya ain’t got nothin’. We done whooped yer hide thanks to Jesus’ big win, and I’m hollerin’ my thanks to the Big Boss fer handin’ us that victory.