Over there that little mountain rises, some others dissolve into a plain. Time redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by ... "Time, my dear, all the wounds", the two-tongues echoes seem to say. But nothing, nothing here, this pain remains and will not go away.
"I went weak, as I old, and time itself has made me slow ... And as I close my eyes in sadness, a thousand come and go ..."
enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal, but all the wounds and scars he carries neither force nor kiss can heal.
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... turns away and laughs. Leaves you and in defiance is only added another scar ... (x2)
Call it "blind" how he is writhing, hours, centuries ... The pain it grows and glows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to ...
Time heals nothing, nothing, ... Pushes 'till we're into different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing - Petrified with unnameable shame...
"Time's fingers claw, I am hold". They say: "There is no hope for you on earth. Time still or maybe rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out worse ..." Time is fleeting, time stands still, it for no-one and you are trapped within. But I do dream of the light - You're falling back into the left-hand side...
"How I what I was dead and rest in final peace ... But even the luxury of death cure the wounds that time cannot heal ..."