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? ' 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