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