Port Sulphur Band - Death Is a Bird Flying

Текст песни

Dried are her tears
These four years gone
An unmarked grave
The setting sun
Be still me 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 me dear
Don’t cry don’t cry
For soon you will be at his side
Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is s bird
Flying
Flying
In thet one night
Ten thousand gone
I walked with them
We sang this song
Be still me dear
Don’t cry don’t cry
For soon you will be at his 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 hime home again
Be still me dear
Don’t cry don’t cry
For soon you will be at his side
Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is s bird
Flying
Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is s bird
Flying
Flying