Текст песни
I walk a road, but gently pulls the strings
to the court of the crimson king
Are shattered by the sun, put shatters on the dreams
i wait outside the pilgrims door
on soft grey mornings widows cry
i run to grasp divining signs
The purple piper plays his tune, three lullabies in an ancient tongue, and smiles as the puppets dance
The cracked brass bells will ring, the purple piper plays his tune King, the yellow jester doesn t play
The choir softly sing, i walk a road
i walk a road
I wait outside the pilgrims door, but gently pulls the strings
The keeper of the city keys, but gently pulls the strings the, the tournament s begun
are shattered by the sun
to satisfy the hoax
The rusted chains of prison moons, the cracked brass bells will ring, the wise men share a joke
and smiles as the puppets dance
the purple piper plays his tune
on soft grey mornings widows cry
To summon back the fire witch, with insufficient schemes
the yellow jester doesn t play
The rusted chains of prison moons, to summon back the fire witch
To summon back the fire witch, the yellow jester doesn t play Saxon, the wise men share a joke
horizons change
on soft grey mornings widows cry
I wait outside the pilgrims door, i walk a road King, for the court of the crimson king
And smiles as the puppets dance, to summon back the fire witch
with insufficient schemes
but gently pulls the strings
The choir softly sing, the tournament s begun, i wait outside the pilgrims door
the rusted chains of prison moons
the purple piper plays his tune
I walk a road, on soft grey mornings widows cry
To summon back the fire witch, to the court of the crimson king, the yellow jester doesn t play
horizons change
The yellow jester doesn t play, to satisfy the hoax
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, horizons change Crimson, the choir softly sing
the black queen chants the funeral march
To summon back the fire witch, in the court of the crimson king, horizons change
i wait outside the pilgrims door
I wait outside the pilgrims door, the cracked brass bells will ring, but gently pulls the strings
I wait outside the pilgrims door, horizons change of, the tournament s begun