[00:00.000] 作曲 : ØZI
[00:01.000] 作词 : 珀西·比希·雪萊
[00:14.23]I met a traveller from an antique land,
[00:16.85]Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
[00:21.90]Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
[00:26.27]Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
[00:30.40]And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
[00:35.32]Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
[00:38.92]Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
[00:43.26]The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
[00:48.97]And on the pedestal, these words appear:
[00:53.70]My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
[01:00.50]Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
[01:08.05]Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
[01:11.02]Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
[01:15.26]The lone and level sands stretch far away.”