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
Puts 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 gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
- :
- El Dorado Hotel
- Queen of the Ocean
- Best of Lana Lane 2000-2008
- Return to Japan
- Garden of the Moon
- Best of Lana Lane 1995-1999
- Gemini
- The Best Of Lana Lane 2000-2008
- Covers Collection
- Ballad Collection (disc 1)
- Winter Sessions
- Ballads Of Time
- Ballad Collection
- Ballad Collection Special Edition (Double CD)
- Ballad Collection II
- Female Tribute to Tom Waits, Volume Two
- Curious Goods
- Garden Of The Moon Special Edition (Double CD)
- Curious Goods Special Edition (Double CD)
- Love Is an Illusion (1998 Version)