Into the eighth offensive
Frontline reformed
Artillery that never ceased
In overtures of war 

....When cannons fade 

Now the guns are silenced
End of [bad word] 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)