Ottoman Rise

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!