Contact – Wait Out Songtext
von Bolt Thrower

Spent rounds, the coffin nails
On your empire′s 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 'til 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
Send command received


When none remain
And all are overrun
Objectives seized