The Only Safe Enemy Was A Headless

I Have Put Off The Past Like A Worn-out Cloak.

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.

The Only Safe Enemy Was A Headless Enemy.

The More I See Of What You Call Civilization, The More Highly I Think Of What You Call Savagery!

But Not All Men Seek Rest And Peace; Some Are Born With The Spirit Of The Storm In Their Blood.