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