Our hero of songs and stories untold He fought not for glory, nor silver nor gold He killed for the hands that held his heart For Lyra, who loved him till death did them part Lyra's tears washed the blood off his sword. She called out the name of the one she adored The shackles of death that held him then broke Once more with his love, Lanre awoke But Death is a tyrant who won't be denied Lyra she faded, she paled and she died Her fate left unknown to we who remain Its consequence etched in misery and pain Unable to die, to forget or to sleep Lanre was driven to madness and grief Myr Tariniel burned by his hand A mercy to the people of that wretched land Selitos roared and he clawed at his eyes Frenzied by pride, he cursed the skies: "Lanre you traitor, cursed be thy name, May you live always in the shadow and shame!" Our hero of songs and stories untold Now wanders these roads, alone in the cold He dreams of the hands that held his heart Of Lyra, who loved him till death did them part