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An ode to 17th century highwayman Claude Du Vall. A legend in his own lifetime, this French-born galante provided the template upon which all English 'gentlemen highwaymen' were subsequently based. He was unfortunately captured and executed at Tyburn in 1670, aged just 27.


VERSE 1
Shadows grow longer, the mists are rolling in
Echoes all manner of sorrow and sin
Reveal all history’s lies your conscience might be freed
To walk with Gods among the Ghostways of Paris

VERSE 2
To ride the paths of men with nothing but contempt
Show no melancholy for a life mis-spent
You’ll die an ugly death alone and solitary
And walk with gods among the Ghostways of Paris

INTERLUDE
Churches of the summertime
Burn to ashes in the wintertime
When the snow is on the ground
Never turn your face away
Save your sadness for another day
Give it life without a sound

Weep inside that empty place
Tears of loss and loneliness
Where the light is never found
The embers of its best intent
Haunted graves of torment
As the shadow king is crowned

Nightmares show up every day
Trade their souls and then fade away
Mortal memories abound
The echoes of your final prayer
Reach the ears of those who might be spared
Where so ever they be found

VERSE 3
Shadows grown longer the mist is rolling in
Echoes of madness, of sorrow and sin
Reveal all history’s lies your conscience might be freed
To walk with Gods among the Ghostways of Paris