Of all the deaf old bonesnSceptre and crownnOf all the kings and emperorsnMust tumble downnThey creak, stench, but all decaynAnd in the dust be equal madenThrough sun, wind and sandnWith the poor crooked scythe and spadennEach man od ivory and bonenSceptre and crownnOf noble tribe of hybrid clannMust tumble downnSpider weaves a pretty webnAnd in the dust be equal madenBrethren on this daynWith poor crooked scythe and spadennFigure-flingers, faceless masknSceptre and crownnOf all those blind and buried yearsnMust tumble downnCareer, fall and clatternAnd in the dust be equal madenNow all the kings and emperors arenWith poor crooked scythe and spade