Bolt Thrower

Bolt Thrower - Contact - Wait Out lyrics

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

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