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Skansen igår.
Familjen flydde fältet då hela nedervåningen är kaos. Inget kök, ingenting. Efter ett tag blir det tight att sitta i ett litet rum på 10 kvm med prylar omkring sig så skansen blev våran tillflykt.
Skansen var hundra gånger trevligare en mild vinterdag än vad det är på sommaren.
Förövrigt var det bra med hästen. Hans sår var inte alls så illa.
Sopor Aeternus-Resumé
Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain.
Time redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain ...
"Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongued echoes seem to say.
But nothing, nothing changes here, this pain remains and will not go 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 ..."
Might enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal,
but all the wounds and scars he carries neither force nor kiss can ever heal.
Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing ...
Spitefully turns away and laughs.
Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added another scar ...
Tine heals nothing nothing nothing
Spitefully turns away and laughs
Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only addad another scar...
Call it "blind" how he is writhing, counting hours, centuries ...
The pain it glows and grows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease ...
Time heals nothing, nothing ...
Pushes 'til we're diving into different flesh.
Time heals nothing, nothing – Petrified within some unnameable shame...
"Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold”. They say: “There is no hope for you on earth.
Time either still or maybe rushing ... - In any case it will always turn out worse ..."
Time is fleeting, time stands still, it stops for no-one and you are trapped within.
But I do dream of the light – You’re only falling back into 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 that time cannot heal ..."
