Hour of the Nightingale - Trees of Eternity

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