Into the 8th offensive
Frontline reformed
Artillery that never ceased
In overtures of warWhen cannons fadeNow the guns are silenced
End of hell storm
The final argument of kings
All earth transformed
When cannons fadeAs the silence grows
Steadily replacing
The resonance of thunder
Deep in the soulConscience 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 playedWhen cannons fade
