In Low Spirits – As Divine Grace – letras

When there isn’t lightWe gather all right hereI am a nightly owlI close my gleaming eyesI never will forgetThen pain you made me feelThe seeds of great madnessAre growing slowlyThere is a blue pressureWhen sky is coming downThere is a white reliefWhen all we are awayLeave me standing hereI want to be aloneI want to take my placeAnd have my own revenge