In the Court of the Crimson King – King Crimson

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 … Continúa leyendo In the Court of the Crimson King – King Crimson