,,They say a nightingale's lament won't do anything at all A nightingale's lament is an unreadable scrawl It's a word carried by wind, drowned by the rain Burnt by the stars, sucked down the drain... This may be my last hour; neverthless this uttetring shan't die; I leave it in your mouth, to disprove their lie. Carry on my duty, carry on my life. I give you my wings, so that you may fly; Don't worry, God will carry me in the afterlife."