in the tomb of my desire       sleeps the ghost, burns the fire       of days gone by       the lost dominion          she is the one with four faces       metal wings and the traces       of tears that dried       she is the minion          she needs nothing and no one       she has seen and will become       all that we are       in her creation          all we want is forbidden, then hidden from us       she will give back what they have taken       and break the chains          when she reveals, when she appears       when we are saved       when she returns, when she is real       when we are safe          the palest angel of this earth       has taken shape, has given birth       to ways gone by       the last dominion          taste the curse of the gypsy       kiss her mouth and now kiss me       the priestess lied       now you are forgiven          old men and the books they hold sacred       give into the hatred       of feelings that died       the trumpets have sounded