Letra de In the Court of the Crimson King (Abridged)
The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begunThe purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue For the court of the Crimson KingThe keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemesThe black queen chants, the funeral march The cracked brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch To the court of the Crimson KingThe gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sourThe pattern juggler lifts his hand The orchestra begin As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the Crimson King