Lyrics:

[Lyrics: Percy Bysshe Shelley]

I met a traveller from an antique land, who said:
'two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert...
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.
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'