Lyrics: Dominik Zingler/Nicolette Stewart
Music: Dominik Zingler/Nicolette Stewart
Dried her tears
these four years gone
An unmarked grave
the setting sun
Be still my dear
don't cry don't cry
for soon you will be at his side
Dark was the night
its wings were red
spread cross the sky over thousands dead
Be still my dear
don't cry don't cry
for soon you will be at her side
Death is no man
Death is no wraith
Death is a bird flying
Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is a bird flying
Flying
In that one night
ten thousand gone
walked with them we sang this song
Be still my dear
don't cry don't cry
for soon you will be at her side
Dark was his face
Shrouded in cloth
And in his hand
He held a moth
He let it fly
And took my hand
Said would i take him home again
Be still me dear
Don't cry don't cry
For soon you will be at her side
Death is no man
Death is no wraith
Death is a bird flying
Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is a bird flying
Flying
We think of death unholy end
but I will take you home again
In the night you pray
In the night I fly
And sing to you
death's lullaby