In the Court of the Crimson King

call her moonchild dancing in the shallows of a river lonely moonchild dreaming in the shadows of a willow talking to the trees of the cobweb strange sleeping on the steps of a fountain waving silver wands to the night-birds song waiting for the sun

Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death seed blind ma

Epitaph 死亡墓铭 [歌词] The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence

Said the straight man to the late man Where have you been I've been here and I've been there and I've been in between. I talk to the wind My words are all carried away I talk to the wind The wind does not hear The wind cannot hear. I'm on the outside

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 ke