So I step on the edge of my world at a place where the sky meets the sea but my haven was a cauldron of bile for the sea was bewitched and defiled There's a pa**age leads down to the shore There's a step for each day of the year They are ancient, but they stood the test of time Those who ventured, they'd little to fear So I stood on the old harbor wall as some black-headed gulls reeled and stalled It was winter, and the gull's heads had turned white like so many spell-bound vermin, blessed with flight So vain were an enchanted domain? whilst the wind howls an ancient refrain So I stood on the edge of my world at a place where the sky meets the sea but my haven was a cauldron of bile for the sea was bewitched and defiled and the sea was black and swollen and the sky was red and molten and the sea was black and swollen and the sky was red and molten but the tide rose and fell while the moon had broke the spell