The Phantoms of Prends-Toi-Garde

Rush away from hell
Run for your life a long long way
To find a place to feel secure
Afar the house
Where love's betrayed
And the seekers in the night
Waiting for their burning pitch
To rain down on me again
Dark shadows of the past do befall me

No one take away the pain
Wash my soul in burning rain

Soul aviators from hell
Wash away the tears
The silent fears the dried up blood
Gideon Grace - ceci est mon nom
Hanté par mes démons à Prends-Toi-Garde
And the caracinous skies
Waiting for my life down here to go out

Under rusted iron skies
Fears cut deeper than a knife
No one take away my pain
Wash my soul in burning rain

Soul aviators from hell
Coming to find me
Soul aviators
And they know
I live anxious in the ruins
Of a long forgotten fair
Down in forever darkness wood
Earlkings will find my circus of twilight

Under rusted iron skies
I’m still running for my life
And no one take away my pain
Wash my soul in burning rain