Letra de 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 that one Celtic Frost record Almost everybody hatesCandlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the graveMark 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 SM58Candlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the graveFinally 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 thoughtThere'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 BrazilCandlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the grave