The court of the Crimson King

(024400) (2x) 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 an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. Ing..ing ing  Ah...ah  ah  Ah......Ah..ah ah  Ah...ah  ah The keeper of the city keys Puts 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. Ing..ing ing  Ah...ah  ah  Ah......Ah..ah ah  Ah...ah  ah                 Ah....Ah..ah ah  Ah...ah  ah  Ah....Ah..ah ah  Ah...ah  ah The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prison 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. Ing..ing ing  Ah...ah  ah  Ah......Ah..ah ah  Ah...ah  ah                    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. Ing..ing ing  Ah...ah  ah  Ah......Ah..ah ah  Ah...ah  ah Ah............Ah.....ah ah  Ah......ah  ah