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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...