Massacre

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