Lyrics Gallipoli - Dungeon

Gallipoli

So southern sons
Swallow propaganda
And set sail to leave our shores
So far away, a distant war
No voice to say
No word opposed
The orders handed down from feckless hands
All condemned to die in foreign lands
Eight thousand men to lose their lives
Honour till death, the ANZAC pride
Orders taught, we storm the Dardanelles
A futile task, all men condemned to hell
A legend born there as our children fell
ANZACS stand taller than all
Nowhere to hide
The raining fire of guns
Now turn the sapphire waters red
Survivors few and far between the dead
So the time has come
To scale the walls
And run the deadly gauntlet — No Man’s Land
The time to stand or fall is now at hand
Eight thousand men to lose their lives
Honour till death, the ANZAC pride
Orders taught, we storm the Dardanelles
A futile task, all men condemned to hell
A legend born there as our children fell
ANZACS stand taller than all