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...