ozymandias lyrics – black league

[poem by percy bysshe sh*lley (1792-1822)]

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 p*ssions 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.

/ black league lyrics