Rorke's Drift
News that came that morning told that the main force had been slainChance for peace and justice gone and all talks had been in vainA prince had been offended and he has gone the path of warNow that 1500 men are dead and the Zulu's at the door
Zulus attack,Fight back to backShow them no mercy andFire at willKill or be killedFacing, awaiting
A hostile spear, a new frontier. the end is nearThere's no surrenderThe lines must hold. Their story told, Rorke's drift controlled
Later on that fateful day as they head towards the driftStacking boxes, fortify, preparations must be swiftSpears and shields of oxen hide facing uniforms and gunsAs the rifles fire, echoes higher, (beating) like the sound of drums
1879, when a few held the lineBack to back, attack, the dead are stackedWhere a last stand was made, and the empire savedBack to back, attack, the dead are stacked