The track is dominated by a distinct riff performed on the Mellotron. The main part of the song is split up into 4 verses, divided by an instrumental section called "The Return of the Fire Witch". The song climaxes at seven minutes, but continues with a little reprise (called "The Dance of the Puppets"), before ending on an abrupt and free time scale.
In the Court of the Crimson King
King Crimson Lyrics
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including The Return Of The Fire Witch
and The Dance Of The Puppets
(McDonald-Sinfield)
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
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 grey 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.
In the Court of the Crimson King is a song that transports the listener to an imagined world, where rusted chains of prison moons shatter when the sun rises and horizons change, announcing the beginning of a tournament. The purple piper plays his tune while the choir softly sings, offering us a hint of something mystical and mysterious. Three lullabies in an ancient tongue are sung, summoning us to the court of the crimson king. As we approach the court, we find that the keeper of the city keys has put shutters on the dreams. We wait outside the pilgrim's door with insufficient schemes, parting ways with reality as we chase ephemeral things.
The black queen chants the funeral march, and the cracked brass bells ring again, summoning back the fire witch to the court. The gardener plants an evergreen, trampling on a flower, while we chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand while the orchestra begins, and slowly turns the grinding wheel in the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings, widows cry, and the wise men share a joke. We run to grasp the divining signs to satisfy the hoax, and the yellow jester pulls the strings, smiling as the puppets dance in the court of the crimson king.
Line by Line Meaning
The rusted chains of prison moons
The oppressive forces which restrict our freedom are finally being broken and we are being released.
Are shattered by the sun.
The light of truth is shining down and revealing the falsehoods that have held us captive.
I walk a road, horizons change
As we move forward on our journey, new possibilities and opportunities are opening up before us.
The tournament's begun.
We are entering into a new phase of life, full of challenges and opportunities for growth.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The enchanting melody of life is drawing us forward and filling us with a sense of wonder and awe.
The choir softly sing;
The voices of companionship and community are comforting us as we navigate the unknown.
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
The songs of our ancestors are guiding us forward and reminding us of our roots and heritage.
For the court of the crimson king.
We are entering into a new era, presided over by a powerful and mysterious ruler.
The keeper of the city keys
The one who controls access to the gates of power and influence.
Put shutters on the dreams.
They are actively preventing us from achieving our goals and fulfilling our desires.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
I am standing at the threshold of something unknown, waiting for the opportunity to enter and explore.
With insufficient schemes.
Despite my best efforts, my plans for success are incomplete and inadequate.
The black queen chants the funeral march,
The forces of darkness and despair are gaining ground, and we are mourning the loss of hope.
The cracked brass bells will ring;
As we face this moment of crisis, the warning signs are becoming louder and more urgent.
To summon back the fire witch
In order to reignite the flames of inspiration and creativity which have been lost or suppressed.
To the court of the crimson king.
In order to take our place in the realm of power and influence which is overseen by a powerful and mysterious ruler.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Even in the midst of darkness and despair, life persists and grows.
Whilst trampling on a flower.
But in doing so, they are also damaging the delicate beauty and fragility of the world around them.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
I am pursuing an elusive and mysterious goal, full of wonder and beauty but difficult to capture or understand.
To taste the sweet and sour.
To experience the full range of life's flavors, both light and dark, and to savor every moment of the journey.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The master of illusion and misdirection is calling forth new possibilities and experiences for us to explore.
The orchestra begin.
The symphony of life is playing out around us, full of beauty, complexity, and harmony.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
Time moves inexorably forward, bringing with it both pain and pleasure, growth and transformation.
In the court of the crimson king.
All of these experiences are leading us to a place of greater power, influence, and understanding, presided over by a mysterious and powerful ruler.
On soft grey mornings widows cry,
In the moments of quiet reflection, we are reminded of the sorrow and pain that is an inherent part of the human experience.
The wise men share a joke;
But even in the face of hardship and sorrow, we can find moments of humor and joy, and connect with others in shared experience.
I run to grasp divining signs
In order to understand the hidden meaning and purpose behind the events unfolding around me, and to gain greater insight into myself and the world around me.
To satisfy the hoax.
To answer the questions that are nagging at the back of my mind, and to dispel the illusions and delusions which are holding me back.
The yellow jester does not play
Even in the midst of chaos and confusion, there are those who are not taking the situation lightly, and who are working to bring order and stability to the world around them.
But gently pulls the strings
Using their skills and influence to subtly guide and direct events in the direction of positive change.
And smiles as the puppets dance
Observing with satisfaction as people are able to find joy and fulfillment even in the midst of challenges and hardship.
In the court of the crimson king.
All of these experiences are bringing us closer to a place of great power, influence, and understanding, presided over by a mysterious and powerful ruler.
Contributed by Penelope F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@exynth1a215
The show is about multiple people that get the ability to manifest their spirits, which gives them powers after the or someone related by blood to them getting pierced by a special arrowhead.
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Lyrics:
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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
@me4taki9oh
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 pilgrims' 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
@abdel-rahmansaid6094
Been Scrolling down for a while now still haven’t found the lyrics yet so here you go.
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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
@overlorddave4952
In this comment section you are either a fan of King Crimson or a fan of King Crimson
@ultimateme3049
Underrated
@sternevogn
Or both
@ShitpostPhD
Both
@exynth1a215
Both
@mantis3069
I'm just a fan of the song
@StavDev
King Crimson fans: 30%
King Crimson fans: 40%
King Crimson and King Crimson fans: 30%
@itsnarroblox
1% abd fans
@natqan
@@itsnarroblox what in god is abd
@blackgamer3242
@@natqan ''A Bizarre Day'', i guess. Is a Roblox game.