Testo di 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 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