A Ritual Mask Peter Hammill

[Verse 1]
A Ritual Mask
Upon the wall
Furnishes his surroundings
And he thinks that's all

[Verse 2]
The Ritual Mask
Its power still strong
A memento of his travels
That he got for a song
He got it for a song
He got it for a song

[Bridge]
It was the song of the centuries undisturbed
It was the song of secrets and power words;
It was the song of a culture not grown immune
To the virus of progress
To the theft of the tune

[Verse 3]
The Ritual Mask
The evil eye
Inhabits his apartment
Inhabits his mind
With a song of vengeance
With a song of a debt repaid
With a song of justice
With a song of a hand unstayed
With a song of a culture as old as the hills...
That sits uneasy on the living-room wall
Like a snake about to kill