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
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 Raise, not a fortress
 To protect from what the waters might reflect
 Grief will wash those who caress
 That 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
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 There's an ocean of despair
 Where the roads must end
 All souls must pass there
 For what is broken to mend
 On an island, I will wait
 For you to rise again
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 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 storm