In the courth of the crimson king

[00:28.16] The rusted chains of prison moons

[00:31.87] Are shattered by the sun

[00:35.06] I walk a road, horizons change

[00:38.79] The tournament's begun

[00:41.97] The purple piper plays his tune

[00:45.42] The choir softly sing

[00:49.15] Three lullabies in an ancient tongue

[00:52.09] For the court of the crimson king

[01:23.16] … The keeper of the city keys

[01:27.41] Put shutters on the dreams

[01:30.06] I wait outside the pilgrim's door

[01:33.51] With insufficient schemes

[01:36.97] The black queen chants

[01:39.09] The funeral march

[01:40.68] The cracked brass bells will ring

[01:44.14] To summon back the fire witch

[01:47.07] To the court of the crimson king

[03:20.16] … The gardener plants an evergreen

[03:23.34] Whilst trampling on a flower

[03:27.59] I chase the wind of a prism ship

[03:30.52] To taste the sweet and sour

[03:34.25] The pattern juggler lifts his hand

[03:37.70] The orchestra begin

[03:40.89] As slowly turns the grinding wheel

[03:44.09] In the court of the crimson king

[05:32.35] … On soft gray mornings widows cry

[05:35.00] The wise men share a joke

[05:38.45] I run to grasp divining signs

[05:41.64] To satisfy the hoax

[05:45.63] The yellow jester does not play

[05:48.81] But gentle pulls the strings

[05:52.53] And smiles as the puppets dance

[05:55.46] In the court of the crimson king