Sharp Edge of the Earth - Sabbath Assembly

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