For The Portuguese Goth Metal Lyrics - Mountain Goats

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