Whoah!!!!!!!!


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 sings;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king..


Wait, wrong song!

Man you guys had me tripping so hard I had a flashback and I thought my neighbor's face was a skeleton head.

This is so utterly cool, it's outrageous.

Totally King Crimson though.

And that's all right!! Magical, dudes.