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
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
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah