Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Once you go there was never
And I discovered that my castles stand
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
For my head on a silver plate
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
My missionaries in a foreign field
Blew down the doors to let me in
Revolutionaries wait
My missionaries in a foreign field
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
For some reason I can't explain
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
It was the wicked and wild wind
Just a puppet on a lonely string
My missionaries in a foreign field
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Next the walls were closed on me
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
People couldn't believe what I'd become
And that was when I ruled the world
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
For some reason I can't explain
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Never an honest word
Never an honest word
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
For some reason I can't explain
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Listen as the crowd would sing
Oh who would ever want to be king?
One minute I held the key