Curse of the Nightingale - Whispering Woods

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.