Hour Of The Nightingale

Weep not for martyrs...
Raise your head...

Saline waters won't raise the dead
Grief will haunt those who forget
That night is not the end.

Embrace this as a Nightingale in song
In the darkest hour of shadows she belongs
Her voice reflects the colours of dawn.

Raise not a fortress to protect
from what the waters
might reflect
Grief will wash those who caress
The night as though its theirs.

Embrace this as a Nightingale in song
In the darkest hour of shadows she belongs
Her voice reflects the colours of dawn.

There's an ocean of despair
Where the road must end
All souls must pass there
For what is broken to mend
On a island i will want for you to raise again...

Embrace this as a Nightingale in song
In the darkest hour of shadows she belongs
Her voice reflects the colours of dawn.

It pierces like an arrow trough a storm...