Head in the earth
His feet were set aflame
His misdemeanor
He's suffering the pay

Sins of the flesh
And lust for mortal gain
Clutching his profits
All the way to the grave

I cry more
Will each breath
In ecstasy
I touch death
And I mourn
Will each breath
In ecstasy
I touch the face of death

His motives weren't pure
On that you can depend
His lips remain silent
Right to the end

Star crossed or doomed
To bear exquisite pain
His kiss is the trophy
Of ill gotten gains

I cry more
Will each breath
In ecstasy
I touch death
And I mourn
Will each breath
In ecstasy
I touch the face of death

And there you'll see
Your spirit rise
Only to be pulled back to earth
Only to be pulled back to earth