[00:00.000] 作词 : Fripp, McDonald, Sinfield
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[00:27.27]The rusted chains of prison moons
[00:32.16]Are shattered by the sun
[00:35.64]I walk a road, horizons change
[00:39.91]The tournament's begun
[00:43.45]The purple piper plays his tune
[00:47.26]The choir softly sing
[00:50.62]Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
[00:54.39]For the court of the crimson king
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[01:24.01]The keeper of the city keys
[01:28.08]Put shutters on the dreams
[01:31.66]I wait outside the pilgrim's door
[01:35.29]With insufficient schemes
[01:38.97]The black queen chants the funeral march
[01:42.40]The cracked brass bells will ring
[01:45.98]To summon back the fire witch
[01:49.55]To the court of the crimson king
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[03:17.32]The gardener plants an evergreen
[03:22.46]Whilst trampling on a flower
[03:26.21]I chase the wind of a prism ship
[03:29.49]To taste the sweet and sour
[03:33.10]The pattern juggler lifts his hand
[03:36.75]The orchestra begin
[03:40.31]As slowly turns the grinding wheel
[03:43.76]In the court of the crimson king
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[05:27.33]On soft gray mornings widows cry
[05:33.07]The wise men share a joke
[05:36.56]I run to grasp divining signs
[05:40.19]To satisfy the hoax
[05:43.62]The yellow jester does not play
[05:47.02]But gently pulls the strings
[05:50.60]And smiles as the puppets dance
[05:54.30]In the court of the crimson king