For the Portuguese Goth Metal Bands

Set the spectrum for the greyscale; that's better
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 Favorite bold fonts in blackletter
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 Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates
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 And that one Celtic Frost record
 Almost everybody hates
 Candlelight playing its tricks
 On the walls of the cave
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 Hauling these songs to the light
 From the mouth of the grave
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 Mark the map out for the treasure; don't say where
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 Find the octave in the shadow and stay there
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 Sleep till sunset, stay up late
 Bleed bile all night
 Into an SM58
 Candlelight playing its tricks
 On the walls of the cave
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 Hauling these songs to the light
 From the mouth of the grave
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 Finally head west but it's a dead end
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 Come home dead broke but still among friends
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 Keep what's precious; drop what's not
 Without a second thought
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 There's not so many of us
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 But you don't know any of us
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 Work like a gravedigger, let the blood spill
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 Headline really big festivals
 Every other summer in Brazil
 Candlelight playing its tricks
 On the walls of the cave
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 Hauling these songs to the light
 From the mouth of the grave