I'm watching the mountains
So high in their prime
Like all of our brothers

Defenders of time
I stand by the river
So innocent, divine

Thinking there are no heroes
Only vengeance and crimes


Can't we see we are, can't we feel we are
Can't we try all as one
Bonded flesh, bonded blood,

bonded life in one sound
There will be no more heroes
Only a violent sky

There will be no more sinners
You could ask yourself why


No heroes, no sinners No heroes
Among killing fields
No values no names

Is there peace in the twilight?
Is there an end to theses games?
Can't we see we are, can't we feel we are

Can't we try all as one
Bonded flesh, bonded blood,
bonded life in one sound


There will be no more heroes
Only a violent sky

There will be no more sinners
You could ask yourself why
Will we ever change?

What do you want in exchange?
Will we ever change?
No heroes - no sinners

No heroes - No