Текст песни Saxon - Court Of The Crimson King
Saxon - Court Of The Crimson King слова песни
The rusted chains of prison moonsAre shattered by the sunI walk a road horizons changeThe tournament`s begunThe purple piper plays his tuneThe choir softly singThree lullabies in ancient tongueFor the court of the Crimson KingThe keeper of the city keysPuts shutters on the dreamsI wait outside the pilgrims doorWith insufficiant schemesThe black queen chants the funeral marchThe cracked brass bell will ringTo summon back the fire witchTo the court of the Crimson KingThe gardener plants an evergreenWhilst trampling on a flowerI chased the wind of a prism shipTo taste the sweet and sourThe pattern juggler lifts his handThe orchestra beginI slowly turn the grinding wheelIn the court of the Crimson KingOn soft grey mornings widows cryThe wise men share a jokeI run to grasp divining signsTo satisfy the hoaxThe yellow jester does not playBut gently pulls the stringsAnd smiles as the puppets danceIn the court of the Crimson King