Sabaton - Rorke's Drift lyrics
Sabaton [Falun, Sweden] 🇸🇪
[Sabaton - Rorke's Drift lyrics]
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, 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
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 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
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, 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
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 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