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Вершы: A Cursive Lie. Arising.

Pushing forward, past the depths.
Feared forever,come undone.

The only end, the one to come. The foreseen exalter of, life.

Come anchors of society, realm of darkness that sells the day. Go make trade with wanders', teach them your way

(Thanks to Lane for these lyrics)
A Cursive Lie