Palido

He usually sleeps on a tombstone
And grow carnivorous plants
Once a month he keeps in his coffin
Worms and centipedes, teeth and vertebrae

Never sunbathes and at twilight
He walks around his mansion half sleepwalking
After dinner he puts on a tunic
To talk to the spirits

Pale is called pale has bats in the garden
Pale as the sheets of the ghosts that live there

The collection in your basement
Two thousand types of stink bombs
Metal bed tragic machines
To stretch out your guests

He keeps his victims in formaldehyde jars
And mix in the crucible, magic formulas
With liters of alcohol and rare liquids
Snail horns, drops of acid

Pale is called pale and causes panic in the neighborhood
Your house is gloomy without electricity in the city

He usually sleeps on a tombstone and grows carnivorous plants
Once a month he keeps worms and centipedes, teeth and vertebrae in his coffin

Pale is called pale has bats in the garden
Pale as the sheets of the ghosts that live there
Pale is called pale and causes panic in the neighborhood
Your house is gloomy without electricity in the city