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 has gone the path of war
 Now that 1500 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
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 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
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 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