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's lost
There goes the bandolero through the hole in the wire
He's a coward but he doesn't care, doesn't care if he lives or if he dies
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 his heaven, how come there's no heaven here?
In God's name they use weapons for the massacre
At a point below zero where the sun can see the land
Six hundred unknown heroes lay dead beneath the sand |
