Steve Hackett (58,65 %)
Voyage of the Acolyte (82,91 %)
In collection
Released: 1975-10
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
1
Year (1975):
6
Decade (1970's):
48
Overall:
229
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1.
Ace of Wands
 05:26
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2.
Hands of the Priestess, part I
 03:29
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3.
A Tower Struck Down
 04:52
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4.
Hands of the Priestess, part II
 01:34
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5.
The Hermit
04:49
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6.
Star of Sirius
07:08
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7.
The Lovers
 01:50
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8.
Shadow of the Hierophant
11:45
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Album length:
40:53
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Lyrics |
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1.
Ace of Wands
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| no lyrics yet |
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2.
Hands of the Priestess, part I
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| no lyrics yet |
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3.
A Tower Struck Down
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| no lyrics yet |
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4.
Hands of the Priestess, part II
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| no lyrics yet |
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5.
The Hermit
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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 banishment 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 |
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6.
Star of Sirius
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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 Althougth the journey is still far from ended You gaze at the sky Above the cloudness 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 |
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7.
The Lovers
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| no lyrics yet |
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8.
Shadow of the Hierophant
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Veiling the nightshade bride a flower revealed Nearing the hour make haste to their treshold 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 Deep in thought but robbed of vision As the moon eclipsed the sun |