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 bandelero, through the hole in the wall
He's a coward but he 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 Heaven, how could 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 beneath the sand.