Seas would rise when i gave the world
now in morning i sweep alone
sweep the streets i used to own
i used to roll the world
feel the fear in my enemies eyes
listen as the crowed would sing
now the old king is dead ! Long live the king
one minute i hold the key
next the walls were closed on me
and i discovered that my castles stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
i hear jerussalem bells a ringing
roman cavalry choirs are singing
be my mirror my sword an shield
my missionaries in a foreign field
for some reason i cant explain
once you know there was never
never on hornest word
that was when i ruled the world
i was a wicked and wild wind
blew down the doors to let me in
shattered windows and the sounds of drums
people couldnt believe what i'd became
revolutionaries wait
for my head on a silver plate
just a puppet on lonely string
oh who would ever wanna be king?
Ohh. . .
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