You hear the sound of laughter
at the break of every dawn
The screams of the innocent
echoes in the dark
No one cares of the blood
- that's been spilled
And from the hate to evil
evil itself refills

NO, we don't want no hero
The misbeliever is good enough to live
NO, we don't need a hero
True power is not in the hands he give

The conquest brings, not one
but seven sins
The fires of hell will burst
out of the thirst to win

NO, we don't want no hero
The misbeliever is good enough to live
NO, we don't need a hero
True power is not in the hands he give