For the Portuguese Goth Metal Bands

Set the spectrum for the greyscale that's better

Favorite bold fonts in black letters

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 night 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 night 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 though

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 night from the mouth of the grave