Dungeon

Galipoli

Dungeon


So southern sons 
Swallow propganda 
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 condemed to die in foreign lands 

PRE-CHORUS: 
Eight thousand men to lose their lives 
Honour 'til death, the ANZAC pride 

CHORUS: 
Orders taught, we storm the Dardenelles 
A futile task, all men condemed 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 

REPEAT PRE-CHORUS 

REPEAT CHORUS 

SOLO: LT / Mav Stevens / LT