Death Is a Bird Flying
Hunt: Showdown
Dried her tears these four years gone
Unknown 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 are thousands stars
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 the 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 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
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