| Lyrics: | Of all the deaf old bones
Sceptre and crown
Of all the kings and emperors
Must
tumble down
They creak, stench, but all decay
And in the dust be equal made
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Through sun, wind and sand
With the poor crooked scythe and spade
Each man
od ivory and bone
Sceptre and crown
Of noble tribe of hybrid clan
Must tumble
down
Spider weaves a pretty web
And in the dust be equal made
Brethren on this
day
With poor crooked scythe and spade
Figure-flingers, faceless mask
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Sceptre and crown
Of all those blind and buried years
Must tumble down
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Career, fall and clatter
And in the dust be equal made
Now all the kings and
emperors are
With poor crooked scythe and spade |
