THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING
KING CRIMSON
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The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun
Em D C B
I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament’s begun
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The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing
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Three lullabies in an ancient tongue for the court of the crimson king
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The keeper of the city keys put shutters on the dreams
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I wait outside the pilgrims’ door with insufficient schemes
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The black queen chants the funeral march, the cracked brass bells will ring
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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
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I chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour
Am E7 F#m B
The pattern juggler lifts his hand, the orchestra begin
Em D C B
As slowly turns the grinding wheel in the court of the crimson king
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On soft grey mornings widows cry, the wise men share a joke
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I run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax
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The yellow jester does not play but gently pulls the strings
Em D C B
And smiles as the puppets dance in the court of the crimson king