| Burn | |
| Lest ye be bold | |
| Until the quickening | |
| Unlearned and sill untold | |
| Praise not this dawn | |
| (That will become tomorrow today) | |
| The soil pressed into dust by the heel | |
| Below nothing can ever return | |
| Tower falls | |
| Read | |
| Reprise and reconvene | |
| Take heed an emperor | |
| Does not an empire make | |
| Taste of this wine | |
| (That has become tomorrow today) | |
| Stolen limb from cast | |
| Nothing will ever return | |
| Ever | |
| As we lie | |
| Tower Falls | |
| Search eye and you will find | |
| Not idly they fly |