Kappaleen sanat
There's
a Deserted island, barren and bare
a society that failed,
There's no one left to care
No one to revere
an ephemeral master
of a puny dot
on an insignificant
speck of dust
suspended in the cosmic sea
Our imagined self-importance
means nothing
to the vastness of time
There's only
indifference, mindless and cold
It cares not
for our power, our conquests
our momentary
flashes of existence
or the monuments we build
in the glory of ourselves
To stand in Time's Eye
is to wither away and die
Nothing Remains
Nothing Remains
Broken Statue of Ozymandias
The King of Kings
Buried by the desert sands
And on the pedestal
these words appear
"Look on my works,
ye mighty and despair!"
But nothing beside remains
The Universe,
Nature red in tooth and claw
And there's
no immortal, loving god
(Collapse!)
Monuments of vanity:
Nothing beside remains
but Statues of power
and endless plains of smoldering dust
Cities and Thrones and Powers,
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
To stand in Time's Eye
is to wither away and die
Nothing Remains
Nothing Remains
Broken Statue of Ozymandias
The King of Kings
Buried by the desert sands
And on the pedestal
these words appear
"Look on my works,
ye mighty and despair!"
But nothing beside remains
(Ozymandias by Shelley:)
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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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.
Nothing remains....
a Deserted island, barren and bare
a society that failed,
There's no one left to care
No one to revere
an ephemeral master
of a puny dot
on an insignificant
speck of dust
suspended in the cosmic sea
Our imagined self-importance
means nothing
to the vastness of time
There's only
indifference, mindless and cold
It cares not
for our power, our conquests
our momentary
flashes of existence
or the monuments we build
in the glory of ourselves
To stand in Time's Eye
is to wither away and die
Nothing Remains
Nothing Remains
Broken Statue of Ozymandias
The King of Kings
Buried by the desert sands
And on the pedestal
these words appear
"Look on my works,
ye mighty and despair!"
But nothing beside remains
The Universe,
Nature red in tooth and claw
And there's
no immortal, loving god
(Collapse!)
Monuments of vanity:
Nothing beside remains
but Statues of power
and endless plains of smoldering dust
Cities and Thrones and Powers,
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
To stand in Time's Eye
is to wither away and die
Nothing Remains
Nothing Remains
Broken Statue of Ozymandias
The King of Kings
Buried by the desert sands
And on the pedestal
these words appear
"Look on my works,
ye mighty and despair!"
But nothing beside remains
(Ozymandias by Shelley:)
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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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.
Nothing remains....
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