At a point below zero
There's no place left to go
Six hundred unknown heroes

Were killed like sleeping buffalo

Through the devil's canyon

Across the battlefield
Death has no companion
The spirit is forced to yield


There goes the bandolero
Through the hole in the wall

He's a coward but doesn't care though
In fact, he doesn't care at all


The general that's commanding
He's defending what he fears
While the troops they are depending

On reinforcements from the rear

If God is in the heavens

How can this happen here?
In His name, they used the weapons
For the massacre


There is a point below zero
Where the sun can see the land

Six hundred unknown heroes
Lay dead in the sand