The Court Of The Crimson King
作词 : Fripp, McDonald, Sinfield
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 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
In the court of the crimson king
On soft gray 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
The Court Of The Crimson KingLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Fripp, McDonald, Sinfield
[00:00.00]
[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
[01:03.19]
[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
[01:58.14]
[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
[03:51.67]
[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
