Night Is Waiting For The Heroes

In the land without heroes Man was born without face In the desert of the mirrors He had hide in empty space. Always tried to be unnoticed Time was looking for the man He must pay for his asylum Time is taxman, man is man Victim's found, But tale is going Hunters looking for the next In the land without heroes Man was born without face But in same land through the centuries Shall be born another man He will have his face and glory No one cannot that he'll can