I know it should have been left without light but when evil was bringing in I had to get in the way even if it took me away as well. This was the bell played by Sampson and now it was nearly in my hands as well. Hidden deep in the echo’s of time this song could never fall into their hands. So, I dug the ancient ruins to find it before they could not knowing who truly held the shovel. Playing me like a fiddle until my strings were pulled tightly against me and now this bell might have tolled for good. I lived the Indiana Jones story that was never told. Yet I had one chance for unbeknownst to them I held onto a stone that slowly cut the ropes that bound me up and leaned with all my might. Suddenly I snatched it. Just as Sampson had his ending this would be the cow bell symphony that would probably be mine so I played as the walls came tumbling down.