King Crimson EPITAPH live In The Court of the Crimson King Steve Hackett Greg Lake Wetton

King Crimson EPITAPH live (In The Court of the Crimson King) feat. Steve Hackett Greg Lake Steve Hackett The Tokyo Tapes; Steve Hackett, John Wetton, Chester Thompson, Ian Mc Donald, Julian Colbeck 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 Puts 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. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand; The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel