The Mountain Goats
For the Portuguese Goth Metal Bands
[Verse 1]
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 hates

[Hook]
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave
[Verse 3]
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

[Hook]
Candlelight playing its tricks
On the walls of the cave
Hauling these songs to the light
From the mouth of the grave