By the lightning and the thunder
There lives in me a still sure spirit part
By the lightning and the thunder
But like a compass seeking North
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder
There lives in me a still sure spirit part
Losing the reflection of a fight
I have seized death's door-handle
I have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing
But like a compass seeking North
I have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl
Shining from the compass of my heart
And only known the dark because of that
Like a fish out of the water
Waiting, waiting for the mercy of the cat
