Two hundred hearts behind one wall
The stars above, the odds too tall
No reinforcements, no retreat
Just dust and blood beneath our feet

We heard the drums, we felt the ground
Six thousand boots, a rolling sound
But no one flinched, no one ran
We stood as brothers, not as men

De Guello plays, no mercy spared
A song of steel, a fate declared
They came with fire, we met with flame
And gave our bones to earn a name

The nights grew cold, the days grew red
With cannon smoke and counted dead
Bowie burned with fever’s breath
Travis swore through grit and death

Crockett tuned his final tale
And stared beyond the shattered pale
They offered terms—we raised no hand
This was our place, our final stand

De Guello plays, no peace, no plea
Just Texas sky and gallows tree
We fought for more than flag or pay
For what we are, not what we say

And when they came like desert rain
We gave them lead and took the pain
Room by room, the light grew dim
But courage doesn’t die with him

De Guello fades, but echoes grow
In every tale the children know
We may be gone, but not erased
The Alamo still holds its place

Bury us deep, then speak us loud
We wore our deaths like heroes proud