Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! The Devil is sick of sin Silence returns to tolerate vanities The ram of pride lives on Sick men's hands direct a sham passion play Ancient bulwarks collapsed into trenches Recomposed in convulsions Shed blood to rust the cuirass Seething masses and courage rising visible As heat above a flame - Distorting all around Days of hell let loose Plaintive voice spoke delusion to the deaf Beyond good and evil Beyond hope and full of fear Will to powerlessness Push the salt further into the wound While giving thanks to almighty God For ending the violent miracle Memories of guttering flares arc above Another day dims in reverence for the departed Tides bore and delivered - Stultifera Navis Adrift...