The Court Of The Crimson King

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

Lullabies in an ancient tongue

For the court of the crimson king...

The keeper of the city keys

Puts shutters on the dreams

I wait outside the pilgrim's door

With insufficient schemes

The black queen chants the funeral march

The cracked brass bells will ring

To summon back the fire witch

To the court of the crimson king...

The gardener plants an evergreen

Whilst trampling on a flower

I chase the wind of a prism ship

To taste the sweet and sour

The pattern juggler lifts his hand

The orchestra begin

As slowly turns the grinding wheel

In the court of the crimson king...

On soft gray mornings widows cry

The wise men share a joke

I rush to grasp divining signs

To satisfy the hoax

Yellow jester does not play

But gently pulls the strings

And smiles as the puppets dance

In the court of the crimson king...