Contact- Wait Out

Spent rounds
 The coffin nails
 On your empires fall
 Icy silence
 No recourse
 All crusibles ignored
 Forward into darkness
 Futures unknown
 Dire incursions rage
 No one man stands alone
 Await the call
 Oncoming storm
 Let come what may
 The bodies of your dead can wait till dawn
 Sentinel of destiny
 Enemy engaged
 Numbered with the dead
 Take your glory to the grave
 Peace - dream of the wise
 War - the history of man
 Once refined, now demonized
 Hatred overran
 Await the call
 Oncoming storm
 Let come what may
 The bodies of your dead can wait till dawn
 Duty bound, to die without defeat
 Awaken life immortal, one last bitter retreat
 Contact made - wait out
 Send command received
 When none remain
 And all are overrun
 , Objectives seized