When Cannons Fade - Bolt Thrower

Into the 8th 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