New York Room Minion Of The Gypsies Lyrics

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