Sabaton
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