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...