Tom: C C At Ludgate Hill F on the cracked and blackened cobbles of the town C the ashes fall to rest F As the tiny King of Birds he flutters down G to build a citadel Am G F to light glory in the dark G and from hell Am G F to breath hope in every heart G Am G F Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x2] C At Ludgate Hill F through the siren screams the heavens burn again C the city holds its breath F as the tiny little king in slumber bed G arises from the dust Am G F to light glory in the dark G and through the frost Am G F to breathe hope in every heart G Am G F Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x4] Am F C G And there are murmors in the choir, there are whispers in the dawn Am F C G that the king of birds is broken on the alter of his home [x2] C At Ludgate Hill F where the towers of smoke and mirrors bruise the sky C the pilgrims huddle in F as the tiny King of Birds begins to cry G the people start to sing Am G F to light glory in the dark G to ring the bell Am G F and to breathe hope in every heart G Am G F Oah-oh Oah-oh-oh [x8]