In The court of the Crimson King

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtcJb6apWN4
The Dance of the Puppets

The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk the road, horizons change
The tournaments 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
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims 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 gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

I love the outro of that song with the recorder and casio keyboard. And then the drum beat and back to the full pomp of the song.

I love 21st Century Schizoid Man...what a song.