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 O'er 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 I 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 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 Death's lullaby