| The Century`s twilight is so close
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| I stand on the Icebers` tip and looking out I recollect
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| The things that passed the ways we close to last among the other
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| I see them all-yes I see them all behind
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| We left them there- there in futile wars
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| When this was the written riddle
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| «Who Is The Perfect Enemy?»
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| The first weapon that I held was a bone from a dead beast
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| So many more have come and gone, so easy to left`em all behind
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| There were times when I was crimson bathed with their blood
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| But if it wasn`t for the week I wouldn`t be here now
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| We left them there in wars of Arrogans
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| When we wrote the riddle
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| «Who is the Perfect Enemy?»
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| As I first traveled the land, then I waded the water
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| Then I ripped the sky with the stars as my guide
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| But I flew high I touched the sky
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| I touched the stars and left my marks behind
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| I`ve seen life beyond imagination, lifeful beings
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| And I kill them all
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| I stepped on them, in the wars of Acquisition
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| When I spoke the riddle «Who Is The Perfect Enemy?»
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| There`s no one else left around
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| No one can see how I rot in Grief |