The 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