Anuna - MidnightLyrics

Then in the lull of midnight Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death Lest he should hear again the mad alarms Of battle, dying moans, and painful breath And where the earth was soft for flowers we made A grave for him that he might better rest So spring shall come and leave it sweet arrayed And there the lark shall turn her dewy nest