Regiment after regiment pours upon them, but still they stand.
They fall by hundreds and by thousands, but no man shows his back, and on each man there lie two dead.

Wow! my father, of those two regiments not one escaped.

They were but boys, but they were the children of Chaka.

Menziwa was buried beneath the heaps of his warriors.

Now there are no such men.
They are all dead and quiet.