Into the eighth offensive
Frontline reformed
Artillery that never ceased
In overtures of war
When cannons fade
Now the guns are silenced
End of hell storm
The final argument of kings
All earth transformed
When cannons fade
As the silence grows
Steadily replacing
The resonance of thunder
Deep in the soul
Conscience still remains
Horror - amongst the flames
Ashes keep on falling
I close my eyes
And even now
The distant memory remains
Of the last laments
To be played
(When cannons fade)