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 1500 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, fortifying, 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

When the 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