Verse 1 Silence filled the briefing room, An old distress call cut the gloom. Forerunner's code... Long gone cold... A ghost that somehow still got through. Most believed they'd find her grave, Broken steel beyond all life. Just another name we'd carve... Into history. Captain looked across the bridge, One command without a doubt. "Helm..." "Set a course." Pre-Chorus If someone's waiting... If someone's there... Then we're already... Too late. Move anyway. Chorus DAWNBRINGER! Light the way! Through the darkness! Through the gray! When hope has vanished... When stars grow dim... We’re the sunrise... Coming in! DAWNBRINGER! Hear us call! No Marine... Gets left to fall! If one voice still survives... We'll answer. Verse 2 Slipspace breaks with thunder's cry, A scar of light across the sky. Sensors searching through the haze, Expecting silence... Finding praise. Thermals... Hundreds. Power... Online. Perimeter... Holding the line. Dropships. Turrets. Radar spinning. Someone down there... Was still winning. Pre-Chorus How... After all this time... Chorus DAWNBRINGER! What is this? A fortress built... Inside the abyss! Walls from wreckage! Guns still hot! Against all odds... They never stopped! DAWNBRINGER! Hear them roar! Three hundred Spartans... Still making war! Bridge "Bridge..." "I'm reading Colonial IFF..." "Three hundred active Marine transponders..." "Civilian shelters..." "Power grid operational..." "Multiple APCs..." "Support drone network..." A long silence. Then— "My God..." "They actually did it." Breakdown Hangar crews! Move! Medical teams! Move! Ammo crews! Move! Dropships! Launch! Every pilot! Airborne! Today... Nobody waits. Guitar Solo Final Chorus DAWNBRINGER! Fill the skies! See the tears... Behind their eyes! They weren't waiting... To be saved... They fought together... They were brave! DAWNBRINGER! Hear us sing! Home has finally... Bore new wings! From the stars... We return once more... To carry our family... Home. Outro Dropships descend through the clouds. The first ramp lowers. A tired Marine steps forward. Armor cracked. Helmet scarred. Rifle held together with tape. He salutes. The Dawnbringer's captain returns it. No words. None are needed. Over the radio... "This is the U.S.S. Dawnbringer..." "To Spartan Actual..." "We've got you." A pause. Then Jason answers. His voice was rough from months of fighting. "It's good to hear a friendly voice again..." "Welcome to the line."
