In the Court of the Crimson King (King Crimson cover)

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 For the court of the Crimson King The keeper of the city keys Puts shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrims door With insufficiant 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 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 soft grey 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