In Low Spirits

As Divine Grace

When there isn't light

We gather all right here

I am a nightly owl

I close my gleaming eyes



I never will forget

Then pain you made me feel

The seeds of great madness

Are growing slowly



There is a blue pressure

When sky is coming down

There is a white relief

When all we are away



Leave me standing here

I want to be alone

I want to take my place

And have my own revenge