Murray Attaway Walpurgis Night
Shadows in a guarded room
The air is thick with boast and ruin
Rusty voice intones a mournful tune
Painted eyes will never see
A sign of life where none should be
A wooden mouth begins a mockery
Such a night - a stay a home
Some things are better left alone
Graven images have come to life
On Walpurgis night
So it is the die is cast
Slaves of power, spiritless
Made to lie, to rule and t oppress
With gold and silver talisman
The reigns of cruelty in hand
Swaggering and vicious on command
Such a night - a stay a home
Some things are better left alone
Graven images have come to life
On Walpurgis night
He ho, the wind and the rain
We can watch them stand up, fall down
But all the same, they return freshly painted and shiny
Virtue is not welcome here
Stricken dumb with promises and fear
We're just mortal: no more safety in numbers
Such a night - a stay a home
Some things are better left alone
Graven images have come to life
On Walpurgis night
