They came from miles around, from every little town
I'm a stranger in this place, I can't mask this face
The arena swells in heat, the gates have come unscrewed
As orphans cram the doors to sneak a view
Oh, the poster said it all, one man would stand bright
When 14 masks of danger fight tonight
Ringside seats are full, no one leaves alive
The Black Tornado spins into a dive
Six feet under ground, in Hidalgo burning heat
The silver mask of Santos sleeps in peace