STEVE HACKETT:   Voyage Of The Acolyte

The Hermit

The mantle of attainment
Weighs heavy on his shoulders
Guided by a lantern
Flickering he grows older
A refuge found in exile
He shuffles on in blindness
You'll take his hand.

He'll lose himself
Bewildered by your kindness.

Enshrouded by darkness
A figure slowly forms
Through many years of lanishment
No shelter from the storm
To find this slave of solitude
You'll know him by his star
Then take his hand, he'll lose himself,
Knowing who you are.

Star Of The Sirius

Above the colour of amber stained evening
An audience danced
Led by a showering hand that brings water
To both sea and land
Unlock the door of night
Nebulous bright

Again renewed by the vessels of Isis
You're ready to fly
Although the journey is still far from ended
You gaze at the sky
Above the cloudless night
Nebulous bright

He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star

He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star

Again renewed by the vessels of Isis
You're ready to fly

He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star

Shadow Of Hierophant

Veiling the nightshade bride stalks a flower revealed
Nearing the hour make haste to their threshold concealed

Lost in thought in search of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun.

Casting the same steps glimpsing his own fate to come
Melt in the dream void from which he never can run

Lost in thought in search of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun.

Tears fill the fountains failing their promise to heal
Rippling the waters mirror an ended ideal

Lost in thought in search of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun.