Whispering Woods Curse Of The Nightingale
Philomel of Pandion
The nightingale
Sat before the sun
And sang her song
Up up above
The gods will hear my call
Cursed is my heart
To sing forever in the dark...
Moon, my dearest
Be my guide
Light the forest
Shine with might
Ancient legends
Speak of me
Words with wisdom
Set... me free
Philomel of Pandion
The nightingale
Sat below the sun
She closed her eyes... and died.
