a static com-line is the only hope for one last shot a solid lifeline to command the soldiors that we’ve got the signal dissapates the call-tone degregates now i’m all alone, waiting for that tone.
as the grey scale fades, the units fall untimely death holding tightly to the last words on his dying breath to this units thought, to my company, to thier valliant fight to thier memory,
pushing forward to the only fighting line we hold, suppressing fire overhead we never thought we’d fold the numbers do subtract, the fallen mulitiply we were fighting for our lives, this is why they died.
(chorus)
medic!! with all your might tell this man he’ll be alright, the rotting planet has forsaken him his fighting chances are looking grim
medic !! take my life, send this letter to my wife this rotting planet will never be free, this rotting planet is where you must leave me.
our medic “tompson” was the best luetenant in our troop is kills surpassed any single man in our group always first in line, he was never wrong always takes his time, never takes too long.
these city streets taken over by the charging blasts painful crys bounce, he knew he had to get there fast restless nights, mournfull days couragious fights, scornfull ways
never forget that vauge look upon his worried eyes he never planned to take the time he needs to say goodbye
to a captain’s friend, to his memory to his widowed kin, to his company.
medic!! with all your might tell this man he’ll be alright, the rotting planet has forsaken him his fighting chances are looking grim
medic !! take my life, send this letter to my wife this rotting planet will never be free, this rotting planet is where you must leave me.