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.
Deep within entrenchments. The orders are revealed. A final push impending. Encoded messages have been received. . At first light. Fires of the enemy dead will burn bright.
Scattered on foreign fields. Lie the burnt out hulls of our dead armor. Old landscape wreckage. And this Earth now scorched. . Selfless acts of bravery.