News that came that morning told
That the main force had been slain
Chance for peace and justice gone
And all talks had been invain
A prince had been offended 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 hold 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 hold 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 hold Rorke's Drift controlled

A hostile spear a new frontier the end is near
There's no surrender
The lines must hold their story hold Rorke's Drift controlled