the rusted chains of prison moons
are shattered by the sun.
i walk a road, horizons change
the tournaments begun.
the purple piper plays his tune,
the choir softly sing;
three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
for the court of the crimson king.
the keeper of the city keys
put shutters on the dreams.
i wait outside the pilgrims 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 run to grasp divining signs
to satisfy the hoax.
the yellow jester does not play
but gentle pulls the strings
and smiles as the puppets dance
in the court of the crimson king.
"symphonic influences, extended musical themes, fantasy-like ambience and lyrics, and complex orchestrations" gibi progressive rock janrını tanımlayan unsurları başarıyla taşıyan, progressive rock'ı anlamak isteyenlerin dinlemesi gereken king crimson hediyesi.
