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
