Shadow Of The Hierophant

Steve Hackett

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 breaking their promise to heal

Rippling the waters mirror an ended ideal



Deep in thought but robbed of vision

As the moon eclipsed the sun