I hope walls crumble in your kingdom.
Wind these clocks from rooftops to church tops to bell towers.
Bells chime and wake the town down below.
Candles light the town.
Flickering like dragon fire.
Jump to die.
I hope your happy with your choices.
Now I sit here waiting for someone to pull this blindfold off my eyes.
The light of day would be a sight this mountain blocks the sun.