CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Time of the King
Imagine the kingdom
The voices gone from our heads
The realest plane
Undeniable before our eyes
And the evil swept aside
The hands of justice hold us high
No more wrong when the wicked die
No more right only what we find
When the King in Yellow reigns
For all our lives
Imagine the kingdom
No more lies from the poison pages
No more prison bars caging the truth
All the children laugh
And the monsters burn so bright
In the pyre where we've piled them high
The garden of earthly delights
Set aflame in yellow fire
I knew we weren't alone
Yes I knew I wasn't alone
No I knew we couldn't be alone
All this time
...
The path of the king's influence had changed as human communication progressed over centuries
Campfire tales, stone hieroglyphs, a pirate's scrolls, bound vellum
His madness was slow to travel even in epics of great chaos
But as the species ingenuity approached its zenith
The king felt his power swell
And the crackling humming pulse of this new instantaneous world
Madness that had once taken years to sow
Now exploded across the globe in minutes
And built upon itself in waves whose thunderous crash echoed back to their inventor
The time of the kingdom had arrived
Songs that the Hyades shall sing
Where flap the tatters of the King
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa
The voices gone from our heads
The realest plane
Undeniable before our eyes
And the evil swept aside
The hands of justice hold us high
No more wrong when the wicked die
No more right only what we find
When the King in Yellow reigns
For all our lives
Imagine the kingdom
No more lies from the poison pages
No more prison bars caging the truth
All the children laugh
And the monsters burn so bright
In the pyre where we've piled them high
The garden of earthly delights
Set aflame in yellow fire
I knew we weren't alone
Yes I knew I wasn't alone
No I knew we couldn't be alone
All this time
...
The path of the king's influence had changed as human communication progressed over centuries
Campfire tales, stone hieroglyphs, a pirate's scrolls, bound vellum
His madness was slow to travel even in epics of great chaos
But as the species ingenuity approached its zenith
The king felt his power swell
And the crackling humming pulse of this new instantaneous world
Madness that had once taken years to sow
Now exploded across the globe in minutes
And built upon itself in waves whose thunderous crash echoed back to their inventor
The time of the kingdom had arrived
Songs that the Hyades shall sing
Where flap the tatters of the King
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa
