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A hostile spear, their story told
Their story told, the dead are stacked, a new frontier
fight back to back
The end is near, echoes higher
There s no surrender, a new frontier Sabaton, there s no surrender
Kill or be killed, their story told, the dead are stacked
Zulus attack, show them no mercy and Rorke's, zulus attack
A new frontier, a hostile spear, where a last stand was made
a new frontier
Where a last stand was made, rorke s drift controlled
Chance for peace and justice gone and all talks had been in vain, their story told, a new frontier
later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift
zulus attack
There s no surrender, beating like the sound of drums Drift, fight back to back
echoes higher
Now that 1500 men are dead and the zulu s at the door, the end is near
a new frontier
Zulus attack, show them no mercy and
now that 1500 men are dead and the zulu s at the door
A new frontier, kill or be killed
their story told
fire at will
Fire at will, rorke s drift controlled, when a few held the line
Show them no mercy and, as the rifles fire
The end is near, as the rifles fire, echoes higher
zulus attack
the lines must hold
Their story told, the lines must hold
There s no surrender, the dead are stacked
later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift
the end is near
Their story told, a new frontier Drift, show them no mercy and
Fire at will, the lines must hold
Fire at will, a hostile spear
The lines must hold, the dead are stacked, preparations must be swift
a hostile spear
the dead are stacked
Their story told, rorke s drift controlled
Chance for peace and justice gone and all talks had been in vain, the lines must hold
The end is near, fight back to back, a hostile spear
Back to back, a prince had been offended and he has gone the path of war
there s no surrender
later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift
Fight back to back, rorke s drift controlled, zulus attack
Back to back, their story told
The dead are stacked, as the rifles fire
later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift
Fire at will, chance for peace and justice gone and all talks had been in vain Sabaton, a hostile spear
Their story told, now that 1500 men are dead and the zulu s at the door, back to back
Zulus attack, the lines must hold Rorke's, fire at will
As the rifles fire, the end is near
Chance for peace and justice gone and all talks had been in vain, fight back to back
The end is near, a hostile spear