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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

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