Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Leveller , by - Hyperomm. Song from the album From Nothing to Eternity, in the genre Release date: 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 |