fell* the severance
mount^ the wall
kill* in days of season
toil^ in desperate of all
hear the pointless treason

answer this and speak thy name
thou beast which speaketh not
in days not come when eye in flame
how quickly we forgot

what scene
what plight
what arrogance
what might?
what time we have is not!

for in this day sun doth not stay and planets do they rot

for all we know