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