Lords Of This Earth

Lords Of This Earth


Lords of earth, you call yourselves,
Kings of glory, wealth and gold.
You realize not how poor you are,
For Time will bury all you hold!

All that ever came before you,
All that ever is to be,
Falls before the driving wind,
And crumbles to the deepest sea.

Keep you your majestic castles!
Have your stone cold tombs!
Tremble on in fear for wealth -
Before you destruction looms!

Lock yourselves in your great mansions,
Fear the End you must soon meet -
The raging seas are licking up
The sand beneath your feet!

Poor am I, but without care,
Let hardship come for me!
Beneath my step there is no sand –
I can laugh, for I am free!

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'There is one who makes himself rich, yet has nothing; and one who makes himself poor, yet has great riches.' (Proverbs 13:7)