Her star rises in mist from the sea at evening
Remember the beauty of my caress
O memory her wares cannot perish
How I smell the perfume in her blood
My fever is high
I’ve seen through the sheltering sky
To the horrors above this sharp edge of the earth
Who can defend love?
That night he woke sobbing, a well miles deep
To the streets of gold falls his dimming star
No memory save the faceless voice whispering
The earth is sharp, trust the blade that cuts you
My fever is high
I’ve seen through the sheltering sky
To the horrors that lie on this sharp edge of the earth
Who can defend love?
The earth’s sharp edge
Is sharpened by the will to approach death
And the flower that dies
Is the one we nourish the most
The hour arrives
When the bloom turns to dust
And the earth’s sharp edge cuts you
Finally the garden is barren
The blind fluttering moth toward the candle flies
Offers blessings to thee, then burns falls and dies
To the streets of gold fall its burning wings
Like our prayers of incense its smoke rises to God
