Текст песни 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