For the Portuguese Goth Metal Bands

Set the spectrum for the greyscale, that's better Favorite bold fonts in blackletter Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates And the one Celtic Frost record Almost everybody hates Candlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the grave Mark the map out for the treasure, don't say where Find the octave in the shadow and stay there Sleep till sunset, stay up late Bleed bile all night Into an SM58 Candlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the grave Finally head west but it's a dead end Come home dead broke but still among friends Keep what's precious, drop what's not Without a second thought There's not so many of us But you don't know any of us Work like a gravedigger, let the blood spill Headline really big festivals Every other summer in Brazil Candlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the grave --- For The Portuguese Goth Metal Bands - The Mountain Goats