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Time stands still ... (... but stops for
no-one)
That little mountain rises while other dissolve into a plain, time redefines
itself and falls in sadness grain by grain ... "Time heals all the wounds", the
two - tongued echoes seem to say, but nothing, nothing changes, still pain
remains, won't pass away ... I went weal as I grew old, and time itself has made
me slow, and as I close my eyes in sadness a thousand seasons come and go ...
Mighty enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal, but the wounds and
scars I carry neither force nor kiss can heal ... No, time heals nothing,
nothing, nothing, spitefully turns away and laughs, leaves you half-broken and
in defiance is only added another scar ... Call it "blind" how I am writhing,
counting hours, centuries. The pain it glows and grows in tides, unable to
vanish, unwilling to cease ... No time heals nothing, nothing, nothing, pushes
'till we're diving into different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing in
the coldness of the inner flames... time's fingers claw, I am losing hold, there
is no hope for me on earth. Time either still or maybe rushing, in any case it
will turn out worse ... Time is fleeting, time stands still, it stops for no-one
and we're trapped withing. Though I may dream of the light, I am falling back to
the left-hand side ... "How I wish that I was dead and rest in final peace, but
even the luxury of death can't cure the wounds time cannot heal..." |
Time Stands Still... (...But Stops For No-One)
That little mountain rises while other dissolve
into a plain, time redefines itself and falls in sadness grain by grain ...
"Time heals all the wounds", the two - tongued echoes seem to say, but nothing,
nothing changes, still pain remains, won't pass away ... I went weal as I grew
old, and time itself has made me slow, and as I close my eyes in sadness a
thousand seasons come and go ... Mighty enough to cover all and also cruel
enough to reveal, but the wounds and scars I carry neither force nor kiss can
heal ... No, time heals nothing, nothing, nothing, spitefully turns away and
laughs, leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added another scar ...
Call it "blind" how I am writhing, counting hours, centuries. The pain it glows
and grows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease ... No time heals
nothing, nothing, nothing, pushes 'till we're diving into different flesh. Time
heals nothing, nothing, nothing in the coldness of the inner flames... time's
fingers claw, I am losing hold, there is no hope for me on earth. Time either
still or maybe rushing, in any case it will turn out worse ... Time is fleeting,
time stands still, it stops for no-one and we're trapped withing. Though I may
dream of the light, I am falling back to the left-hand side ... "How I wish that
I was dead and rest in final peace, but even the luxury of death can't cure the
wounds time cannot heal..." |
Do you know my Name? (Falling ...- reprise)
I shattered all the mirrors fearfully hoping
that they won't be able to remember my face. Darkest of all light, most greedy
to embrace, surrounded by demons and breathing in life. "I don't want to be a
perverted temple of my Lord ... though his hands I am, I have forgotten how to
hear or understand his words..." Between tides the time seems endlessly, the
force of habit or whatever pulle d me back into a well-known pain. What uses the
knowledge of my progressions when the old world is g one? Without a new
"inside", with my new-found life, I am homeless again ... "I don't want to be a
perverted temple of my Lord. Through his flesh I am, I have forgotten how to
hear or understand his words ..." I am falling down, back to the lowest spheres
...- Do you know my name? Did you answer? I just cannot hear ... |