The rusted chains
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of prison moons Are shattered
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by the sun
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I walk a road horizons change
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The tournament's begun
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The purple piper plays his tune
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The choir softly sing
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Three lullabies
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in an ancient tongue
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For the court of the
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crimson king ah ah ah ah ah ah
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The keeper of the city keys
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Put shutters on the dreams
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I wait outside the
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pilgrim's door
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With insufficient schemes
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The black queen
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chants the funeral march
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The cracked brass
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bells will ring
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To summon back the fire witch
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To the court of the crimson king
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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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<Interlude>
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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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On soft gray mornings widows cry
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The wise men share a joke
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I run to grasp divining signs
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To satisfy the hoax
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The yellow jester does not play
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But gentle pulls the strings
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And smiles as the puppets dance
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In the court of the crimson king
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Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING (EDITED)
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| King Diamond |
