Founds total 13 songs
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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.
Unicorn Tolerance
Drawn to the dark. Covered by the blood when possible. Call to the corners. To any open crucible. Easy to reach. Bearing every mark unmissably. Wanna leave behind some token of what I carried with me.
We Do It Different On The West Coast
The papers write about it back in England. It's practically a lifestyle back in Berlin. There's probably some pockets in Ohio. Almost always something happening in Ohio.
Rage Of Travers
Close the balcony and the rainbow. Because the promoter says so. Aviators and a buckskin frontier hat. How come they dress like that?. They break the news to me so gentle.
For The Portuguese Goth Metal
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.
Wear Black
Rain every day. Fog all night. Wind in the evergreen cypresses. See me lord of wind and rain. See me guardian of the underpassses. . Wear black when it's light outside.
Rain In Soho
No one knows where the lone wolf sleeps. No one sees the hidden treasure in the castle keep. No one learns the secret name. No one burns in the absent flame.
Stench Of The Unburied
Incoherent but functional. Speeding like a dead comet. Purple crushed velvet waistcoat. Flecked with Maalox and bits of dried vomit. Say what you will for the effort.
Paid In Cocaine
Crusty boots in the corner of the closet by the tackle box. Once proud shining silver buckles safe behind the normalcy locks. Baubles and bangles. A lost age.
Andrew Eldritch Is Moving Back To Leeds
There's indifference on the wind. But a faint gust of hope. At a club nobody goes to. With a musty velvet rope. Guys in Motörhead jackets. Who knew him way back when.
The Grey King And The Silver Flame Attunement
In the secret caverns underneath West Covina. Half desperate for peace. With the surface dwellers. But coming to no conclusions. And now we emerge. Sky grey and misty.
Abandoned Flesh
Robert Smith is secure at his villa in France. Any child knows how to do the spiderweb dance. Siouxsie has enough hits to keep the bills paid. Every New Year's in Los Angeles, you can still see Richard Blade.
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.
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