When Cannons Fade 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
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