Viva La Vida
酷玩乐队(Coldplay) Lyrics

I used to rule the world, Seas would rise when I gave the word.
I was once powerful, with the world at my command.

Now in the morning I sleep alone, Sweep the streets I used to own.
But now I am alone, reduced to sweeping the streets I once owned.

I used to roll the dice, Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes.
In my former glory, I enjoyed taking risks and instilling fear in my enemies.

Listen as the crowd would sing, 'Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!'
But even then, I knew my time as ruler was limited, and the people would soon shift their allegiance to a new king.

One minute I held the key, Next the walls were closed on me.
I once held the power, but it was taken away from me just as quickly.

And I discovered that my castles stand, Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
I realized my success was built on a precarious foundation and it crumbled easily.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing.
I hear echoes of the past, reminders of the power I once held.

Be my mirror, my sword and shield, My missionaries in a foreign field.
I yearn for loyal followers and powerful tools to aid me on my quest for redemption.

For some reason I can't explain, Once you go there was never, Never an honest word.
But I am troubled by my past and the dishonesty that accompanied my rise to power.

And that was when I ruled the world.
It is clear that my downfall was linked to my own hubris and lack of integrity.

It was the wicked and wild wind, Blew down the doors to let me in.
My success was not solely due to my own abilities - luck and opportunism played a big role.

People couldn't believe what I'd become, Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate.
The people were outraged by the power I had accumulated and turned against me, leading to my downfall.

Just a puppet on a lonely string, Oh, who would ever want to be king?
I am now nothing more than a pawn in someone else's game, realizing that true happiness does not come from a position of power.

I know Saint Peter won't call my name, Never an honest word, But that was when I ruled the world.
I fear judgment from a higher power for my past dishonesty, but also recognize that my glory days are long gone.

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield, My missionaries in a foreign field.
Despite my past mistakes, I still yearn for greatness and seek support and guidance on my journey.

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.
In the end, I am left with regret for my past actions and a recognition that true power and contentment come from a different path.