Ah, look at all the lonely heroes.
Ah, look at all the lonely heroes.
Kallyr the Vingan lights up the flame in the place where a kingdom has been,
Lives in a dream.
She is the Starbrow, wearing a star on her face to help fight a war,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Old Lord Delecti, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near
Look at him working, darning his ducks in the night when there’s nobody
there,
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely heroes.
Ah, look at all the lonely heroes.
Kallyr the Vingan died in the Wars and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Old Lord Delecti, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from a grave.
No-one was saved.
All the lonely heroes, where do they all come from?
All the lonely heroes, where do they all belong?
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