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 it’s 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 an island I will wait 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 through a storm