The song named "Pictures At An Exhibition" is in fact a meddley of the following album : Pictures at an Exhibition (1971)
"Promenade"

Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone
Wipe away endless years
Childhood tears as dry as stone

From seeds of confusion
Illusions dark blossoms have grown
Even now in furrows of sorrow
The doubt still is sown

My life's course is guided
Decided by limits drawn
On charts of my past ways
And pathways since I was born

"The Sage"

I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day

You and I are yesterdays answers
The earth of the past come to flesh
Eroded by times rivers
To the shapes we now possess.

Come share of my breath and my substance
And mingle our streams and our times
In bright infinite moments
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.

"The Curse Of Baba Yaga"

Doubles faces dark defense
Talk too loud but talk no sense
Yeah I see those smiling eyes
Butter us up with smiling lies

Talk to creatures raise the dead
Fate you know sure got fed
Trained apart from houses of stone
Hour of horses pick the bone

"The Great Gates Of Kiev"

Come forth, from love's pyre
Born in life's fire,
Born in life's fire
Come forth, from love's pyre
In the burning, of our yearning
For life to be
And in pain there will (must) be gain
New Life!

Stirring in salty streams
And dark hidden seams
Where the fossil sun gleams

They were, sent from (to) the gates
Ride the tides of fate
Ride the tides of fate
They were, sent from (to) the gates
In the burning of our yearning
For life to be

"The End"

There's no end to my life
No beginning to my death
Death is life