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Martin Eden

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Tue Mar 24, 2026, 10:40 AM Yesterday

Epitaph, by King Crimson [View all]

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"In the Court of the Crimson King" is the first album by King Crimson. Released in 1969, it is a watershed recording in the prog rock genre. Perhaps the most famous track is "21 st Century Schizoid Man," which opens the album.

"Epitaph" is a haunting prophecy of the future, written during the Cold War era of MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction). The entire album capitivated me, especially the lyrics in this track. The vocalist is Greg Lake, who went on to form Emerson, Lake, and Palmer.

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Epitaph

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
The silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl, a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Well, knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I fear
Is in the hands of fools

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl, a cracked and broken path
And if we make it, we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying!
Crying!
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