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 he doesn't care though In fact, he don'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 Heaven How could this happen here? In His name, they use the weapon For the massacre There's a point below zero Where the sun, it can see the land Six hundred unknown heroes Lie dead in the sand