And you're right, it's not.because it's clearly not Alexander The Great
It could have been, but it's not.If there’s only one more clue, then an anagram of all the first letters of the clues with one wild card could be “bitch scent Yeltsin”, so I’ll go with “Mother Russia”.
Genghis Khan
That's a story to chill the bones...
Extra Sensory Perception...
I'll take you on ride from here to eternity...
Suspected of a hit that was my crime...
Night and day I scan horizon, sea and sky, my spirit wanders endlessly...
You're over half way there, but the miles they never seem to end...
Lost in this place, and leave no trace...
The sands of time for me are running low...
I'd like to think that when I die, I'd get a chance another time, and to return and live again, reincarnate, play the game, again and again and again...
The Mariner's bound to tell of his story, to tell his tale wherever he goes...
Can you see the riders on the storm ?
E=mc...
But never reached the eyes, disguise, masquerading as the funny man do they despise...
He is the king of all the land, in the kingdom of the sands, of a time tomorrow...
Separate lives no more disguise, no more second chances...
Can the end be at hand ? Is the face in the sand future memory of our tragedy ?
Near to the east...
Like a mirage riding on the desert sand, like a vision floating with the desert winds, know the secret of the ancient desert lands, you are the keeper of the mystery in your hands...
FINALLY !!!!!The Nomad
That's the understatement of the yearThe guess has been very difficult!
That's a story to chill the bones...
Extra Sensory Perception...
I'll take you on ride from here to eternity...
Suspected of a hit that was my crime...
Night and day I scan horizon, sea and sky, my spirit wanders endlessly...
You're over half way there, but the miles they never seem to end...
Lost in this place, and leave no trace...
The sands of time for me are running low...
I'd like to think that when I die, I'd get a chance another time, and to return and live again, reincarnate, play the game, again and again and again...
The Mariner's bound to tell of his story, to tell his tale wherever he goes...
Can you see the riders on the storm ?
E=mc...
But never reached the eyes, disguise, masquerading as the funny man do they despise...
He is the king of all the land, in the kingdom of the sands, of a time tomorrow...
Separate lives no more disguise, no more second chances...
Can the end be at hand ? Is the face in the sand future memory of our tragedy ?
Near to the east...
Like a mirage riding on the desert sand, like a vision floating with the desert winds, know the secret of the ancient desert lands, you are the keeper of the mystery in your hands...
De nada.Wow!!! Thank You!!!
The guess has been very difficult!
Me doing another round ?What about if I let you my turn?
Ha ha no sorryHooks in You