When daggers are pointed at innocent hearts
And muskets are ready to fire
When tyrants ride high and govern with fear
As the forces of evil conspire
Then from out of the night a hero must rise
With courage that even a mask won't disguise
They turn to . . . the man called Zoho
One who's larger than life and defender of all
Is this man who the people acclaim
He's the one who strikes back for the poor and oppressed
A hero . . . whose name is Zoho
His name is Zoho
