Viva la Vida (Thin White Duke Mix)

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 castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

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?

Wicked and wild wind, wicked and wild wind
Wicked and wild wind, wicked and wild wind

I hear Jerusalem bells a 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
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
I know Saint Peter won't call my name

I know Saint Peter won't call my name
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Won't call my name, won't call my name
Won't call my name, won't call my name
Won't call my name, won't call my name
Won't call my name, won't call my name
Won't call my name, won't call my name
I know Saint Peter won't call my name