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
The keeper of the city keys
Put shatters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrims' 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
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 doesn’t play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
Fractured tonality reverberates through obscure dissonant desperate variables as no nonsense particularities express evolutionarties... All are welcome into the realm of... THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING!!!
I actually found this before the original, both are standalone amazing musical achievements and anyone who disagrees can meet me at these coordinates so I can fuck yer stupid mouth!(0.000007741 N, 24.772959152 E)