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?"

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 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