Sara was in a different hallway, pushing a door open, looking around as if she was searching for something. She smiled innocently as if something had popped into her mind. Lyrics: It was the wicked and the wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in shattered window and the sound of drums People couldn’t believe what id become
She hears footsteps and hides behind a corner as the camera shows two people walking in the background talking. She sighed in relief as she looked down then continued to walk in the hallway. Lyrics: Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king
Shesighed in relief as she looked down then continued to walk in the hallway. Lyrics: Just a puppet on a lonely string, Oh who would ever want to be king
She was in her dress, sitting outside while she looks down at her dress. As if she was thinking about something important. Lyrics: I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing Roman cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield mymissionaries in a foreign field
She was now siting on the floor behind a wall. And than got up and walked out through the black gate indicating that she’s free. Lyrics: For some reason I can’t explain I know saint peter wont call my name. Never in an honest word but that was when I ruled the world.