Spent rounds
The coffin nails
On your empires fall

Icy silence
No recourse
All crucibles 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
No light so full of hope as that of 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