That little mountain raises silently
While others disolve into a plain
time redefines itself irrationally
and falls in sadness grain by grain

"Times heals all the wounds"
the two-tounged echoes seems to say
but nothing , no nothing chances
still pain remains, won't pass away

I went weak as I grew old
and Time itself has made me slow
and has I close my eyes in sadness
a thousand seasons come and go

Mighty enough to cover
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
spitfully 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
just a polarity of inner flames...

Time's fingers claw, I'm losing hold
there is no hope for me on earth
Time either still or maybe rushing
in any case it'll turn out worse

Oh, 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 HEALS NOTHING")