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