Rorke's Drift

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 Zulu's 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

1879, when a few held the line

(Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked)

Where a last stand was made and the empire saved

(Back to back, 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