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