The Century`s twilight is so close I stand on the Icebers` tip and looking out I recollect The things that passed the ways we close to last among the other I see them all-yes I see them all behind We left them there- there in futile wars When this was the written riddle "Who Is The Perfect Enemy?" The first weapon that I held was a bone from a dead beast So many more have come and gone, so easy to left`em all behind There were times when I was crimson bathed with their blood But if it wasn`t for the week I wouldn`t be here now We left them there in wars of Arrogans When we wrote the riddle "Who is the Perfect Enemy?" [chorus] As I first traveled the land, then I waded the water Then I ripped the sky with the stars as my guide But I flew high I touched the sky I touched the stars and left my marks behind I`ve seen life beyond imagination, lifeful beings And I kill them all I stepped on them, in the wars of Acquisition When I spoke the riddle "Who Is The Perfect Enemy?" There`s no one else left around No one can see how I rot in Grief I stand alone now admiring my work but my sense has turned against me I lived a condemned life of lies To learn about the truth but never to live in And I asked myself "Who Is The Perfect Enemy?" Who else-who else but the: Who else but the Enemy Within