VII
Traffic lights flicker and fly
Signals drowned in total chaos
The fox grows restless
The liquidity crisis is nigh
Cast away your burdens
They will become a terrifying leverage
Stand upon the golden stage
The day to scavenge the depths is drawing close
Southern villages soaked in endless rain
Crow feathers adorn the pitch-black legion
The fox grows restless
The war of Cindearth is nigh
Cast away your fragility
They will only draw the guided bombs
Stand upon the stage of Graphia
The day of the great encanvasing is drawing close
Dirges grow weary of the sea of stars
Wisdom yearns for arcadia
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