Thru the night I hear war-cries Shots and whistles of yataghans Here comes the 57th infantry Regiment Lead by Ataturk Our ANZAC Corps Was entrenched at the Gallipoli coast Ottoman machine-guns Met us with fire We did not expect Such furious defense So far away from home We died At the nomads land Back into the sea Away from the coast Back into the sea Drop the gun and run We thought they were barbarians But encountered Well-trained and organizedimperial army With cannons and machine-guns How can we win When their commander Ordered them I do not order to fight I order you to die In the time which passes Until we die Other troops Can come forward And take our places Inshalah!
Ottoman rise!
Inshalah!
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