The Dance of the Puppets 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 Put 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 gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king.

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 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 rush to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax Yellow jester does not play But gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king...

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 ut 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

The goddess Fortuna spins the wheel And our good Fortune she may steal The goddess Fortuna spins the wheel And our bad luck she may seal Fortune's wheel has spun Richard low And fate has dealt him a mighty blow Not only has Richard lost his son It's a hollow crown that he has won The goddess Fortuna spins the wheel And sees your fate chasing at your heel The goddess Fortuna spins the wheel See the cards that she will deal Fortune's wheel has spun Richard low And fate has dealt a mighty blow Not only has death claimed his wife Soon treachery will claim his life

Master William you have shown A tyrant of the English throne A hunchback with a withered arm His reputation has been harmed Master William you have shown A tyrant of the English throne A hunchback with a withered arm His reputation has been harmed Shakespeare's Richard to see and hear A villain to loath King Henry to cheer Plantagenet tragedy History rhyme and mystery Master Shakespeare for your queen With sonnet and drama you did dream Morton's tale you had read By Thomas Moore you were misled Shakespeare's Richard to see and hear A villain to loath King Henry to cheer Tudor rewritten history Richard's charge the death of chivalry Master William for your queen With sonnet and drama you did dream Morton's tale you had read By Thomas Moore you were misled Shakespeare's Richard to see and hear A villain to loath King Henry to cheer Tudor rewritten history Richard's charge the death of chivalry Master William you have shown A tyrant of the English throne

Upon his royal progress he travelled through the land From London to Reading and on to Nottingham Long live our good King Richard they shouted to the sky With cries of acclaimation as the new King rode by Upon his royal progress he travelled through the land From Gloucester to Tewkesbury and on to Nottingham His royal coronation just two weeks ago And of a foul conspiracy he was yet to know To see his royal progress for miles they did walk To greet their new King Richard when he arrived in York Of Buckingham's betrayal he would soon be told The schemes of Bishop Morton would very soon unfold

It was at Bosworth Field that a king was slain Despite it all Lord Stanley felt no shame The mayor of York he did mourn For his loyalty to Richard he had sworn For the death of princes he carries the blame And their mother she would curse his name For the Woodvilles he did despise But was he the victim of Tudor lies Long gone to his death Long gone his dying breath Long gone the house of York Of treachery there is much talk How they would mock his crooked spine Shakespeare too with the passage of time Buried at Greyfriars church Now a car park is where she searched Long gone to his death Long gone his dying breath Long gone the house of York Of treachery there is much talk Long gone to his death Long gone his dying breath Long gone the house of York Of treachery there is much talk Of treachery there is much talk

Edward the fourth lay dying On his death bed they gathered round And he named the lord protector Whom he hoped would see his son crowned He did name the lord protector Whom the queen she had no faith She feared the Duke of Gloucester Would not keep her two boys safe And so history is written But Prince Edward was never crowned And Richard a man of honour In a sea of treason was drowned He was named the lord protector Whom the queen she had no faith She feared the Duke of Gloucester Would not keep her two boys safe

Lyrics Edit My dear trusted Richard I charge you this day Bring our father and brother to Fotheringhay To the church near our castle of Fotheringhay The church near our castle at Fotheringhay And I will make certain the chapel of rest For the reinterment invite royal guests Matins at midnight and mass at each dawning Four hundred poor men with torches in mourning My dear trusted Richard I charge you this day Bring our father and brother to Fotheringhay To the church near our castle of Fotheringhay The church near our castle at Fotheringhay The Duke of York's effigy in purple ermine The royal progress each sign will determine Mark out the way the procession will follow My subjects shall share in the depth of our sorrow My dear trusted Richard I charge you this day Bring our father and brother to Fotheringhay To the church near our castle of Fotheringhay The church near our castle at Fotheringhay And I will assemble the great of the land Ambassadors envoys and all I command Nine Bishops to pray for our father and Edmund Lay them to rest and to God we do send them My dear trusted Richard I charge you this day Bring our father and brother to Fotheringhay