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Riddle (Zemial)

I was born to the sound of the funeral bell To the sounds of mourning - when night cast her spell My path is of solitude - I dwell where all winds blow I rise with nightfall - Helios my foe I am the one who stands in whispering halls On both sides of the mirror - our legacy foretold I am the silent traveller amongst you as I walk The stranger at your funerals... Kpabe meaan kopab Kpabe kopaka Kpabe meaan kopab Kpaze! I am the shadows that dance across your walls Looking through your misty windows As the sun descends and the night falls I am the unexpected knock upon your door The howling wind that blows your fire out in winter nights so cold... I am the silent one who visits when you sleep The one you talk about that stirs a fear so deep! I am the sound of footsteps that makes the traveller turn The one you would like to catch and hope that fire can burn!