In the twilight gloaming

I glimpsed your silhouette
In the shroud of midnight 
I heard you call my name
 

In the first cold light of dawn

I felt your warmth beside me

And your breath became
 tears upon my cheek



And if you do not tremble

When you behold your sin

And if you don't recoil

When you look into the mirror

The ghosts of yesterday will conquer you
For those who seek redemption

And I must burn, I will burn




You cast your veil of lead
Your beauty, my pain

Was it all a dream, phantom of my mind?

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Was I your creator?
Or your destroyer?

Yet you fled from my arms,
 where no mortal could go

And if you do not tremble

When you behold your sin

And if you don't recoil

When you look into the mirror

The ghosts of yesterday will conquer you)
For those who seek redemption

And I'll burn and I'll burn forever