Orbital Grave | Original Halo Fan Song | Cinematic Rock

Fan song from the Halo Universe about the Orbital battle for Reach

Lyrics
All hands to battle stations.
Salvo ready.
Fire.

We are the steel wall against the black
We know there is no way of turning back
A hundred ships aligned in formation
To die for the defense of the nation
The sensors scream, the slipspace tears apart
I feel the reactor beating like a heart
They outgun us, they burn us with the light
But we will make them bleed for every inch tonight!

Lock the solution!
Fire the solution!
The shields are flaring white
We’re blinded by the sight
We trade a frigate for a scratch upon their hull
The void is hungry and the graveyard is full!

LET THE SKY FALL DOWN!
We are the burning wreckage on the town!
Fire the MAC rounds! Shatter the spine!
We are the sailors holding the line!
Turn the titanium into the rain!
We are the masters of the hurricane!
If we must burn, then we will burn bright!
The final torch inside the Epsilon night!

The orbital guns are spitting out the thunder
We watch the carriers tearing us asunder
Plasma torpedoes melting through the deck
I’m standing on the bridge of a burning wreck!
"Repair crews to the breach!" the captain cries
While looking in the alien, purple eyes
We vent the atmosphere to kill the fire
And stack the bodies on the funeral pyre!

Lock the solution!
Fire the solution!
The shields are flaring white
We’re blinded by the sight
We trade a frigate for a scratch upon their hull
The void is hungry and the graveyard is full!

LET THE SKY FALL DOWN!
We are the burning wreckage on the town!
Fire the MAC rounds! Shatter the spine!
We are the sailors holding the line!
Turn the titanium into the rain!
We are the masters of the hurricane!

Grid 14 is down.
The Super MACs are silent.
They are breaking through.

Ramming speed!
Give me full power to the drive!
We won't get out of this alive!
Take them with us!
Drag them down!

INTO THE DARK!
INTO THE HELL!
BREAK THE KEEL!
BREAK THE SHELL!

LET THE SKY FALL DOWN!
We are the burning wreckage on the town!
Fire the MAC rounds! Shatter the spine!
We are the sailors holding the line!
Turn the titanium into the rain!
We are the masters of the hurricane!
If we must burn, then we will burn bright!
The final torch inside the Epsilon night!

The fleet is gone.
God help them down there.