News that came
that morning
told that the main force
had been slain
Chance for peace
and justice gone
and all talks had been
in vain
A prince had
been offended
and he had gone
the path of war
Now that fifteen hundred
men are dead
and the Zulus
at the door
Zulus attack
Fight back to back
Show them
no mercy and
Fire at will
Kill or be killed
Facing
awaiting
A hostile spear
a new frontier
the end is near
There's no surrender
The lines must hold
their story told
Rorke's Drift controlled
Later on that fateful day
as they head
towards the drift
Stacking boxes
fortify
preparations must
be swift
Spears and shields
of oxen hide
facing uniforms
and guns
As the rifles fire
echoes higher
beating like
the sound of drums
Zulus attack
Fight back to back
Show them
no mercy and
Fire at will
Kill or be killed
Facing
awaiting
A hostile spear
a new frontier
the end is near
There's no surrender
The lines must hold
their story told
Rorke's Drift controlled
Nineteen seventynine
when a few
held the line
Back to back
attack
the dead are stacked
Where a last stand
was made
and the Empire saved
attack
the dead are stacked
Zulus attack
Fight back to back
Show them
no mercy and
Fire at will
Kill or be killed
Facing
awaiting
A hostile spear
a new frontier
the end is near
There's no surrender
The lines must hold
their story told
Rorke's Drift controlled
A hostile spear
a new frontier
the end is near
There's no surrender
The lines must hold
their story told
Rorke's Drift controlled