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 begunThe purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in ancient tongue
In the court of the Crimson KingThe keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemesThe black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bell will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the Crimson KingThe gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chased the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sourThe pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
I slowly turn the grinding wheel

In the court of the Crimson KingOn the soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoaxThe yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King