Lyrics The Leveller - Hyperomm

The Leveller - Hyperomm
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Date of issue: 31.01.2017
Song language: English

The Leveller

The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things
There is no armour against Fate
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade
Some men with swords may reap the field
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death
The garlands wither on your brow
Then boast no more your mighty deeds
Upon Death’s purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust
Poem by James Shirley

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