« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
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. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »

Sol da poco son giunto in queste terre, da una estrema ultima Thule. Un paese selvaggio che giace, sublime, fuori dal Tempo, fuori dallo Spazio.

All fled, all done, so lift me on the pyre. The feast is over and the lamps expire.

"I walked this land when the Tlan Imass were but children. I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong.

I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents, and sat alone upon tall thrones. Do you grasp the meaning of this?"

"Yes" said Caladan Brood "you never learn."