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 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
In pierces like an arrow through a storm