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tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters
tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters
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
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
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
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in ancient tongue
For the court of the Crimson King

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I
Originally performed by King Crimson
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid
King
Touched By the Saviour
The tower falls on Judgement Day
Touched By the Crimson King
Touched By the Saviour
Like it's been written many years
the shadows
Put 'em next to their King

Out of the fire and into the night
A handful of brave men appeared
Crimson thunder running through their veins
Silence, we hunt for the queen
Sign of the cross
And pray in-between

Look by the light of the day
She's hiding till dark
Waiting to play
Manifestation
A horde of flies to smother scathed skin
The black sky weeps negligence

Lingering under diabolic light
A crimson rain descends
The coals, the heat
Surgery pending
You're
The king
Of cavity quenching by
Inching
The tips
Of fingers across the
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden

I
Some recall the story
Told by distant strangers
China
Whispered like a rumor
The King of Hearts is coming
China

Hands of love knock at your mighty wall
While the seventh king of dawn is veiled by the shrouds of shadows,
And the crown of the saint is turned into rusty blades of the beast

Rise, my
You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
Lay your bifocals on royalty
Longer than Sears catalogue
Stern
the shores of Valinor
Our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong, our lances long
And our liege the holy king

The hills did turn from
Silver spurs are justly earned by
Strength within
Squire to knight,
Like prince to king
Chalice of life completes the ring

Into the morning sun
of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For
"Obscure forces of the shadows I call you!"

I'm the one who raped the children of abel
I am the wicked king of the night
And I am the wicked
of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For
Enwrapped by darkness and spirits the sorcerer prepares an offering to his master
He stands high above the pathetic mortals who treads the withering
Through the jungle by the river Styx
I've journed long and far this day
Lurking shadows in the parapets
Will never make me turn away
Darkened city
worshiping a man
Ruled by law, under holy rites
Destroy this land, where the Christians stand
Taste the sword, blood pays reward

Cast de souls into a blazing
low again : along horizon a crimson blaze
Soon the dusk us all embrace : the shadows long as life itself
But in the light of moon and stars above be
the presence of any man
I'd rather keep to myself all safe and secure
In the arms of a sinner I am
Could it be that my worth should depend
By the crimson