'Contact - Wait Out' (исполнитель: Bolt Thrower)
Spent rounds The coffin nails On your empires fall Icy silence No recourse All [bad word] ignored Forward into darkness Futures unknown Dire incursions rage No one man stands alone Await the call [bad word] storm [bad word] 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 [bad word] storm [bad word] 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... [bad word] received When none remain, and all are [bad word] ...Objectives seized