Sopor Aeternus

Time stands still

That little mountain rises,
while others dissolve into a plain.
Time re-defines itself
and falls in sadness grain by grain...

"Time heals all the wounds",
the two-tongued echos seem to say.
But nothing, nothing changes...,
the pain remains, won't pass away.

I went weak 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 grows and glows 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 on 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 within.
And though I may dream of the light,
iI am falling back (in)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"