Death Is a Bird Flying

Death Is a Bird Flying - Port Sulphur Band/Dominik Zingler/Nicolette Stewart

Lyrics by：Dominik Zingler/Nicolette Stewart

Composed by：Dominik Zingler/Nicolette Stewart

Dried are 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

It's wings were red

Spread 'cross the sky

O'er thousands dead

Be still my dear

Don't cry don't cry

For soon you will be at his side

Death is no man

Death is not 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

I walked with them

We sang this song

Be still my dear

Don't cry don't cry

For soon you will be at his side

Dark was his face

Shrouded in cloth

In his hand

He held a moth

He let it fly

And took my hand

Said would I take him home again

Be still my dear

Don't cry don't cry

For soon you will be at his side

Death is no man

Death is not 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 deaths lullaby