The keeper of the city keysPuts shutters on the dreamsI wait outside the pilgrim’s doorWith insufficient schemesThe black queen chants the funeral marchThe cracked brass bells will ringTo summon back the fire witchTo the court of the crimson king King Crimson, In The Court of the Crimson King It’s taking too long. Far too long. I’m pacing outside in the long stone hallway, trying not to burn holes in the.. Read More