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