Contact Wait Out Songtext / Lyric

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