C#m              B
The rusted chains of prison moons
     G#m
are shattered by the sun
   C#m           B
I walk a road, horizons change
     G#m
The tournament's begun
     F#m          E
The purple piper plays his tune
     C#m
The choir softly sing
       C#m             B
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
         G#m                    F#m      F
For the court of the crimson king Aaaaa Aaaaaah