Woorden:
Dark Angel Time Does Not Heal

Born into a peasant monarchy, A life of inherited luxury. This newborn Prince with his silver spoon, His life unfolds and will change soon. His father, the King, is not

man? What emotions are and not felt? I don't want your flesh I'm not your whore But you want my blood I'm not a whore I can't even comprehend Why this

dangerous Sexuality At its most diseased Has enslaved us... I wish I could give you severe details, But now's not the time nor the place. I've sojourned

knew Time does not heal The scars that burned me in my youth Time does not heal The pain that carved in me the truth Time does not heal The torture struck

had the word, the world was forced to heed. How many times they led astray, their flock was shown no mercy. "It's God's will", not good enough, minds