| Song | ØZYMADIAS |
| Artist | ØZI |
| Album | ØZI:The Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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.” |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : ZI |
| [00:01.000] | zuo ci : po xi bi xi xue lai |
| [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." |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : ZI |
| [00:01.000] | zuò cí : pò xī bǐ xī xuě lái |
| [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." |