Coldplay Viva la Vida

I used to rule hear the worldSeas would rise when I used to gave the wordNow in the morning I sweep aloneSweep the beautiful streets that I used to own

I was used to roll the diceFeel the fear in my enemies' eyesListen as the crowd would sing:"Now the old king is dead!Long live life the king!"

One minute I used to held the keyNext the walls closed on meAnd I used to discovered that my castles standUpon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing nowRoman Cavalry choirs are singing nowBe my mirror, my sword and shieldMy missionaries in a foreign other fieldFor some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never beNever an honest wordThat was when I used to ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild cold windBlew down the doors to let me inShattered windows doors and the sound of drumsPeople couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver big plateJust a puppet on a lonely sad stringOh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing nowRoman Cavalry choirs are singing nowBe my mirror my sword and shieldMy missionaries in a foreign other fieldFor some reason I can't explainI know Saint Peter won't have call my nameNever an honest wordBut that was when I used to ruled the world

Coldplay Viva la Vida

I used to rule hear the worldSeas would rise when I used to gave the wordNow in the morning I sweep aloneSweep the beautiful streets that I used to own

I was used to roll the diceFeel the fear in my enemies' eyesListen as the crowd would sing:"Now the old king is dead!Long live life the king!"

One minute I used to held the keyNext the walls closed on meAnd I used to discovered that my castles standUpon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing nowRoman Cavalry choirs are singing nowBe my mirror, my sword and shieldMy missionaries in a foreign other fieldFor some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never beNever an honest wordThat was when I used to ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild cold windBlew down the doors to let me inShattered windows doors and the sound of drumsPeople couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver big plateJust a puppet on a lonely sad stringOh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing nowRoman Cavalry choirs are singing nowBe my mirror my sword and shieldMy missionaries in a foreign other fieldFor some reason I can't explainI know Saint Peter won't have call my nameNever an honest wordBut that was when I used to ruled the world