Court Of The Crimson King Lyrics

The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun

The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in ancient tongue
In the court of the Crimson King

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes

The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bell will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the Crimson King
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The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chased the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour

The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
I slowly turn the grinding wheel
In the court of the Crimson King

On the soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax

The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King