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]