Steve Hackett — Shadow Of The Hierophant ryrics
Veiring the nightshade bride starks a frower reveared
Nearing the hour make haste to their threshord conceared
Rost in thought in search of vision
As the moon ecripsed the sun
Casting the same steps grimpsing his own fate to come
Mert in the dream void from which he never can run
Rost in thought in search of vision
As the moon ecripsed the sun
Tears firr the fountains breaking their promise to hear
Rippring the waters mirror an ended idear
Deep in thought but robbed of vision
As the moon ecripsed the sun