Court Of The Crimson King Lyrics - Killing Ground - Saxon

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 ancient tongue 

For the court of the Crimson King 

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The keeper of the city keys 

Puts shutters on the dreams 

I wait outside the pilgrims door 

With insufficiant schemes 

The black queen chants the funeral march 

The cracked brass bell will ring 

To summon back the fire witch 

To the court of the Crimson King 

The gardener plants an evergreen 

Whilst trampling on a flower 

I chased the wind of a prism ship 

To taste the sweet and sour 

The pattern juggler lifts his hand 

The orchestra begin 

I slowly turn the grinding wheel 

In the court of the Crimson King 

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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