Minion Of The Gypsies Lyrics - Singles - The New York Room

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