[verse 1, female vocals] I hear it, the battlefield’s distant cry The wounded and sick, all asking ”why” Their voices form a choir, their pleas make a song A chant of pain, an orchestra of suffering that lasts too long I must help them all, that is my goal For that’s the core of the nightingale’s soul [chorus, female vocals] This is the Nightingale Pledge! I’ll cure your ailments, end your suffering and harm But to do that i might have to kill you, or just cut off your arm I’m no angel or a goddess of the white cloth of steel I’m just a simple nurse, here to help and heal [Verse 2, female vocals] Through trenches and shadows, where the broken dwell, I carry my lantern, a light to dispel. The dark that encroaches, their dying breath, Each heartbeat I save is defiance of death. With precision and purpose, I push through the strife, A guardian of hope, the bringer of life. [chorus, female vocals] This is the Nightingale Pledge! I’ll cure your ailments, end your suffering and harm But to do that i might have to kill you, or just cut off your arm I’m no angel or a goddess of the white cloth of steel I’m just a simple nurse, here to help and heal [verse 3, female vocals] In the grip of the fight, where despair tightly clings, I stitch shattered dreams and mend broken wings. The battlefield screams, but my duty is clear, To conquer their anguish, to vanquish their fear. Though I am no saint, my resolve doesn’t wane, For the blood on my hands is the proof of my name. [chorus, female vocals] This is the Nightingale Pledge! I’ll cure your ailments, end your suffering and harm But to do that i might have to kill you, or just cut off your arm I’m no angel or a goddess of the white cloth of steel I’m just a simple nurse, here to help and heal [verse 3, female vocals] In the grip of the fight, where despair tightly clings, I stitch shattered dreams and mend broken wings. The battlefield screams, but my duty is clear, To conquer their anguish, to vanquish their fear. Though I am no saint, my resolve doesn’t wane, For the blood on my hands is the proof of my name. [chorus, female vocals] This is the Nightingale Pledge! I’ll cure your ailments, end your suffering and harm But to do that i might have to kill you, or just cut off your arm I’m no angel or a goddess of the white cloth of steel I’m just a simple nurse, here to help and heal [end]
