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Futile wars for fruitless words Written by shadow kings Their shrapnel seeds the desert fields And sprouts this fear we see Devils do not need a hell in order to exist Melodies of flightless birds Remind reptilian me That time is not through sharpening Our tested claws and teeth Devils do not need a hell in order to exist We must lose sight of the shore to know what courage means We must lose sight of who we are to know what we can be The enemy will not reveal its mortal form to me Aus Songtexte Mania