Full Lyrics
1. My thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Go search the world beneath,
Where nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign, death.
2. The tyrant, how he triumphs here!
His trophies spread around!
And heaps of dust and bones appear
Through all the hollow ground.
3. These skulls, what ghastly figures now!
How loathsome to the eyes!
These are the heads we lately knew
So beauteous and so wise.
