King Crimson - The Court Of The Crimson King (including The Return of the Fire Witch/The Dance of the Puppets) | Текст песни

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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 sings
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 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 begins
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 gently pulls the strings,
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the Crimson King.


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