Ozymandias Lyrics
I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in thedesert.Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies,whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive,stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked themand the heart that fed.And on the pedestal these words appear:"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, yeMighty, and despair!"Nothing beside remains.Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThelone and level sands stretch far away.
Black League Ozymandias
