Black League Ozymandias Lyrics

Ozymandias Lyrics

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless
legs of stone stand in the desert.

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 read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that
mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words
appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye
Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains.

Round the decay of
that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch
far away.