Cold December Night

I was eleven days old

They found me dead in the forest

Down by a source on the 1st of December

My name is Gideon Grace and by a mysterious wonder

I came back to life under skies burned like amber

Life is calling my name

Pouring impure daylight in my eyes

And I run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane

To the rough St. Malo seaside from a cold December night

I was eleven years old

Deep in my heart it was winter

Many strokes shattered my skin

And my soul was aching

I'm the king of broken world

And I had to shield my angel Ivy

Every day hurts us but still we're not breaking

They burn down children's heaven

And see the fiery ashes of our skies floating down

So we run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane

From the rough St. Malo seaside on a cold December night

We were staring in a new life

While still running from the pain

To seek and hide away forever on the day before she died

And so I'm leaving the place called suicide playground

Where children die on the monsters lullaby

Who stole the light from the orphan asylum

The sangrail-thieves of the night

They never bring back the soulshine again

Sweet oblivion come erase my memories

That keep the wolves outside

And all these silent cries in my mind

Under the moon that pales all the colours of my soul

Only our dreams held us alive

But most of the dreams went out with the light

How many hearts broke in the night

And how many tears before we die

And so we run and so we run

And so we're running for our lives

And we run into the sunlight on a dark eternal lane

From the rough St. Malo seaside on a cold December night