White walls rise from the river bed
Blue ink lines where the map was read
Wood is cut by a steady hand
Building hope on a stretch of land
The bell rings out from the tower height
Small sparks fly in the cooling night
Wait for the signal to start the race
Fear written clear on a soldier's face
Build up the wall and hold the line
Wait for the moment the stars align
Crowns made of gold and a heavy cost
Counting the things that we nearly lost
Black smoke curls from the furnace door
Steel blades slide on the marble floor
Market stalls sell the salted fish
Granting a poor man a simple wish
The bell rings out from the tower height
Small sparks fly in the cooling night
Wait for the signal to start the race
Fear written clear on a soldier's face
Build up the wall and hold the line
Wait for the moment the stars align
Crowns made of gold and a heavy cost
Counting the things that we nearly lost
Silk robes flow in the palace breeze
Ancient laws bring the crowd to knees
Horses gallop through open plains
Breaking the weight of the heavy chains
One wrong move and the gate will fall
One loud cry and we lose it all
Breathe in the scent of the burning pine
Draw in the dirt a dividing line
Build up the wall and hold the line
Wait for the moment the stars align
Crowns made of gold and a heavy cost
Counting the things that we nearly lost
Old kings sleep in a granite tomb
Winter wind fills the empty room
New flags wave in the morning glare
Victory hangs in the frozen air
Build up the wall and hold the line
Wait for the moment the stars align
Crowns made of gold and a heavy cost
Counting the things that we nearly lost
Iron and silk. The stone remains.
Iron and silk.
