Karaoké In the Court of the Crimson King King Crimson

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

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

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 prism 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

Ah, ah ah

Ah, ah ah

Ah ah ah

Ah, ah ah

Ah ah ah