I used to rule the world,
Seas would rise when I gave the word,
Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Sweep the streets I used to own.

I used to roll the dice,
Feel the fear in my enemy´s eyes,
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!".

One minute I held the key,
Next the walls were closed on me,
And I discovered that my castle stand,
Upon pillars of salt, pillars of sand.

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing,
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing.
Be my mirror, my sword and shield,
My missionaries in a foreign field.
For some reason I can´t explain,
Once you go there was never,
Never an honest world,
But that was when I ruled the world.


It was the wicked and wild wind,
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums,
People couldn´t believe what I´d become.

Revolutionaries wait,
For my head on a silver plate,
Just a puppet on a lonely string,
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing,
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing,
Be my mirror, my sword and shield,
My missionaries in a foreign field.
For some reason I can´t explain,
I know Saint Peter won´t call my name.
Never an honest world,
But that was when I ruled the world.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing,
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing,
Be my mirror, my sword and shield,
My missionaries in a foreign field.
For some reason I can´t explain,
I know Saint Peter won´t call my name.
Never an honest word,
But that was when I ruled the world.