Ballade to St. Dymphna by Kevin Nolan (c) 

Night clouds spat out my mind 
woke and sorrow-eyes Jane was there 
with our hooves all bloody and chipped 
we speak in accents of despair 
and pick the carcass of the earth 
don’t worry we won't be curbed 
cause we will live and you will learn 
when the stones have been disturbed 

At night we will all look the same 
just like the artists and the seers 
but we’re the devils window pane 
through us he sees the world and sneers