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Greg Lake
Greg Lake
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Ian McDonald
Ian McDonald
Флейта
Michael Giles
Michael Giles
Барабаны
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
Электрогитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ian McDonald
Ian McDonald
Композитор
Peter Sinfield
Peter Sinfield
Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
David Singleton
David Singleton
Мастеринг-инженер
King Crimson
King Crimson
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Neil Wilkes
Neil Wilkes
Мастеринг-инженер
Robert Fripp
Robert Fripp
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Robin Thompson
Robin Thompson
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Simon Heyworth
Simon Heyworth
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Tony Page
Tony Page
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[Verse 1]
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
[Refrain]
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue for the court of the crimson king
[Verse 2]
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
[Refrain]
To summon back the fire-witch to the court of the crimson king
[Verse 3]
The gardener plants an evergreen whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prison ship to taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand, the orchestra begin
[Refrain]
As slowly turns the grinding wheel in the court of the crimson king
[Verse 4]
On soft grey mornings widows cry, the wisemen share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play, but gently pulls the strings
He smiles as the puppets dance in the court of the crimson king
Written by: King Crimson

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