The song of the nightingale ...

There used to be an angel
There used to be a song
That guided the heavenly choir
to protect the right from wrong.

Now I don't know what happened
I don't know what went wrong
But the tales of the untold
Burnt deep in each of our songs.

Maybe Prometheus made a visit
Maybe G-d decided different
But today we still hear the tales
Of the nightingale's songs.

Blind me, conquer me
creature of the night
Sing for me, weep for me
untill the morninglight.