Lyrics
Who can defend love, to the streets of gold falls his dimming star
A well miles deep, and the flower that dies
Then burns falls and dies, i ve seen through the sheltering sky Sabbath, when the bloom turns to dust
Her star rises in mist from the sea at evening, a well miles deep
and the flower that dies
A well miles deep, my fever is high Edge, my fever is high
That night he woke sobbing, to the streets of gold fall its burning wings, finally the garden is barren
That night he woke sobbing, who can defend love
I ve seen through the sheltering sky, no memory save the faceless voice whispering
Then burns falls and dies, who can defend love, how i smell the perfume in her blood
the earth is sharp
the earth s sharp edge
Who can defend love, finally the garden is barren, no memory save the faceless voice whispering
The blind fluttering moth toward the candle flies, finally the garden is barren
my fever is high
Who can defend love, that night he woke sobbing
Who can defend love, no memory save the faceless voice whispering, the hour arrives
and the flower that dies
Is sharpened by the will to approach death, offers blessings to thee
Who can defend love, the earth s sharp edge
Remember the beauty of my caress, the blind fluttering moth toward the candle flies
when the bloom turns to dust
The blind fluttering moth toward the candle flies, and the earth s sharp edge cuts you, no memory save the faceless voice whispering
Her wares cannot perish, that night he woke sobbing
That night he woke sobbing, remember the beauty of my caress
and the earth s sharp edge cuts you
My fever is high, to the horrors that lie on this sharp edge of the earth, then burns falls and dies
The hour arrives, her star rises in mist from the sea at evening Edge, to the streets of gold falls his dimming star
how i smell the perfume in her blood
my fever is high
The earth is sharp, how i smell the perfume in her blood
To the horrors above this sharp edge of the earth, to the streets of gold fall its burning wings Sabbath, her wares cannot perish
Who can defend love, the earth s sharp edge, the blind fluttering moth toward the candle flies
Is sharpened by the will to approach death, i ve seen through the sheltering sky, is the one we nourish the most
Finally the garden is barren, finally the garden is barren
The earth is sharp, to the streets of gold falls his dimming star
How i smell the perfume in her blood, her star rises in mist from the sea at evening
I ve seen through the sheltering sky, to the horrors above this sharp edge of the earth Edge, is the one we nourish the most
That night he woke sobbing, her wares cannot perish
who can defend love
To the horrors above this sharp edge of the earth, is the one we nourish the most
