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Emotional Holocaust

by Christopher Carrion

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1. Murderous Lunar Activity Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust The winter moon, bright upon the freshly laid snow Reveals the droplets of blood adorning its white mantle. Unholy cries, flit upon the harsh wind as man and beast, together prowl the dark recesses from within... Out in the light The stars caress the moons plight Calling from beyond the pale Deep inside this body, frail I can feel, the pull of eternity Looking for moonlight desires When two are one... And the sun is gone How sweet is the night? Under the canopy of starlight Stalking the unaware Howling at their despair This life, it chooses you Emergence when the wolfsbane blooms Cursed or blessed? Depends on who you ask By day... I'm just like everybody But in the night I'm revered as a god... SOLO This life, it chooses you Emergence when the wolfsbane blooms Cursed or blessed? Depends on who you ask By day... I'm just like everybody But in the night I'm revered as a god... Take my hand Let me show you the beauty of the night The silence Under the moons aegis A reckoning With things older that almost everything Love thyself And the murder of innocents...
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2. Coimetromania Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust In the dark, here I sit Eyes unfocused, mind adrift A quarter century These thoughts remain a mystery In my quest To conquer times passage Back to this place I shouldn't be going Where the dead are laid The family meets again To discuss my inhibitions Terror and avarice Again pressed into service The dreaded secret No one knows The families private decision To hide its pernicious sin On why I'm different I'm, unsuspecting Their bravado is nauseating My life is expendable The agenda is secretly known In me, they confide The malice in his eyes I hear their words, sickening... Its effect unsettling In the spring of 1845 The family set out to try To brave the sickness from within To pit themselves against nature again The summer scene and idyllic lie As the tombs gently catch my eye Walking into the mouth of the beast The shreds of sanity upon which they feast In the winter under the white A coat of silence and eerie quiet The stones are mocking me Their laughter heard so softly In the spring of 1846 I'm committed for my sins The family has cunningly Played me so easily Inside terror In the quiet of the night A cell before me Lit by the candlelight The cold clenches like a fist My breath a freezing mist
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3. The Path to Paradise Begins in Hell Words and Music: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust It's summer again The stain of winter cleansed by the rain Life unfolds The untold story of the young and old The mysteries of life Plain for all to see The natural order Our synchronicity I stand on a mountain I can see for miles in every direction The scenery, Takes my breath away And I feel longing in my heart were wrong we don't own, we belong... Did you ever get the feeling that there's got to be a better way Don't live for tomorrow Live for today The tiny obstacles that always get in the way Drag us down, relentlessly I may not have the answers But I'm looking anyway My soul is tired And hiding out in a safe place The rollercoaster that we call life Waits for no one Driven by time... It's not always what you see But it's significance in the moment I tried time after time To see the truth under the lies And I'm looking at myself In abstract light Is this real? Or figment of my mind Is it something that I can survive... The inevitable stumble That throws you off your game It's a test of willpower Will you fall or will you prevail We're all running on borrowed time It all depends on your quality of life When the odds aren't in your favour You can tell me all about it later When we're all fighting just to get by I'm jaded and cynical Like million of others around the world We have a right to live our lives.. SOLO
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4. Sign of Koth Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Based off of H.P. Lovecrafts: "The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath" Album: Emotional Holocaust The ethereal darkness As I gaze upon the city below All is quiet Except for me and the undead We must make haste To find the tower Beneath the Sign of Koth Or my quest is lost... I don't know What is worse The thought of the Gugs Or my ghoulish companions Without further delay We start to weave our way Towards the center And the towers first steps Sprinting through the darkness And the cities ignorance I can see the doorway at last The steps are enormous Designed for the gigantic Gugs After only a few I'm out breath and slowing down the ghouls They're force to help me I can't stand the feel of their flesh Wet and rubbery, makes me cringe mentally... There's a sound ahead A ghast trapped at the top of the stairs The ghouls mortal enemy Is dispatched without mercy But things are now worse... As we hear the Gugs coming up the stairs We must reach the door My palms sweat as I hold the tombstone The trapdoor gives way As we scramble up into the enchanted forest Having survived the horrors of deep slumber I bid farewell to my companions As they shamble off Towards the Plateau of Leng I myself am bound Inganok I cleanse myself of the sheen of decay And start north towards Celephais...
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5. Lords of Entropy Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust Is it damning fate? That I'm stuck on the other side of the gate Starring through the bars My soul yearns for the stars The incessant entropy Are we doomed to an eternity Of decay in our lives Little events compartmentalized The glaring truth that we want believe Is a symptom of humanities Constant desire to illuminate Our rummy eyes do not see That we shifted away From all that made us Part of the great tree The illusion is burned away Little by little everyday Never knowing What tomorrow will bring Our clouded judgement For what is right for you or me Is subject to change With the majority We're walking a fine line Thinner that a razors edge Where the lines are blurred Between the poor and the privileged The distribution of the misery Concentrated on the minority The balance between living and oblivion Is tipping all the more As the sun set forever We'll fade away... Another chapter in earths history SOLO Falling into disorders cold embrace...
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6. "Do You The Devils Work" Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust I sit alone When it hits home Sammi Curr is no more There's a sinking feeling in my gut Who do I talk to when times get rough? This is the best and worst day of my life I'm meeting Leslie tonight And you decide to exit my life... I'm so mixed up inside My idols dead Burned beyond recognition A charred heap, a monument to his last sleep I walk the streets Listlessly drifting I can't come to terms With this new reality Then I'm in my car I'm headed out of town under the stars To WZLP, Nuke will understand me "Yo Ragman, come on in Bummer the whole Sammy thing... He left us some great songs In his music he'll live on" "Don't buy into hype Sammy was a pretty messed up guy Always angry, Guess that's what killed him..." SOLO Later that night I go to the pool for the party The empty bottle of Jack Keeps the door open at the back Inside you can hear the laughter Of people having fun But straight ahead of me I see my mortal enemy... "What are you doing here?" "Nothing..." "Then how bout getting the fuck out of here?" "I'm meeting someone..." "Who?" "Hey, you got ears dildo?" "I just want to ask you something?" "Look, doesn't it get tough maintaining this level of Creepiness, Hmmmm?" "Get lost metalhead" "I mean Why can't you just act normal?" "I don't know what you're talking about" "Please, if you weren't' so creepy you would know what I'm talking about" "Get him the fuck out of here..." "Hey, hey...lay off, get the fuck off of me!" SOLO
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7. Drop the Needle Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust The shame and humiliation Is amplified by my isolation The brooding malcontent I hate every single one of them I sit alone In the dark I let my mind start to wander I remember the acetate The one that Nuke gave me These are Sammi's final words His last recording, never heard I'm the first... My heart beats a little faster My mood is as black as spades As I drop the needle And it starts to play The opening chords Grabs a hold of my soul I sit down and close my eyes Take it all in Open my mind I feel the power Starting to bloom within It feels so good to me The purest form of exctasy The idea infects I plot my revenge My body feels heavy And I can't move I'm not awake More like a trance state I'm ready to receive instructions Coming from the speakers An evil seduction I can almost make out the words I listen a little closer It feels like something on the tip of your tongue Just out of reach The slightest suggestion It's repeated again and again and again A vision appears The room is on fire Sammi's sitting there Saying something in a strange language Over and over again He's in the middle of a pentagram I see people on fire everywhere His flesh starts to crisp As wisps of smoke start caressing him He stares right at me His lips are moving, yet I hear nothing The twisted necromancy Converts me easily... SOLO "Well, what do you think?" "Well, It's wild, fast and fresh... but a little short on melody" "No Roger the message, come on man what do you think!" "Well, It's your ordinary run of the mill back masked message. Just like he did on "Fuck with Fire", "Burnin' Metal" and "Torture' s to Kind"..." "No Roger this isn't the same thing, look at me man..." I'm feeling like a million bucks I finally got revenge on those stupid fucks Sammi stares ominously His poster a shrine to his memory me and Sammi on top of the world together we can make a difference I feel omnipotent I fall asleep content...
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7. Halloween Party From Hell Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust The situation's pretty clear What was to be a triumph Has ended in failure I'm trying hard to figure it out My constitution weakened by fear and doubt The record's gone Now I need the tape I call Roger early the next morning I let it ring twenty times When he answers I lay it on the line... Roger I've done something bad Shit has happened and I'm getting scared I need you to do something for me Go to Tims car and look in the back seat I made a copy of Sammi's LP A silver tape You gotta get it back for me If you haven't heard Genie's in the hospital Roger plays back the tape Getting curious What's the big deal? He proceeds to play the tape Guess who comes to visit Roger Roger tonight at the dance you will play my tape all night long Or do you want to die Sammi says with a smirk and a smile... SOLO The phone rings and it's Leslie on the line She's at the school dance wondering if I'm coming by It's hard to hear with the music In the back I slowly start to recollect That's Sammi's tape playing in the background everyone's in danger As I run out the front door I fear for Leslie and all my friends Who knows what Sammi has planned and it's all my fault Well I'd like to welcome all of you to our Halloween dance. I'm sure most of you are tired of hearing my voice so without further ado, here they are...The Kickers" Sammi appears in all his glory the audience soon to be sorry Power surges down the neck of guitar laughing gleefully as people are blown apart through the carnage there's a crush for the door some are dazed, some are screaming a riot of people fleeing further casualties as the weak are crushed under feet Ragman arrives on the scene his heart breaks at the unfolding scene He's too late He doesn't see Leslie.
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9. Just Like Carradine Words and Music By: Jesse Lacharite Album: Emotional Holocaust I pull myself out of the hole With a ramp made of bones What follows almost seems like a dream Once faded fields start to green I'm giving life again Following the familiar theme... The air is cleaner here I can finally breath The nights mystery I take within me... This peaceful place The lapping of the waves I gotta feeling that I'm safe I wade out into the lake Washing my soul away Of the grime and decay There's a room off to the left I make my way towards it Alone and on the brink My mind darkens as I start to think These bastards back in town Sold me out like I was dirt on the ground Why kill one when you can kill them all? I plan my revenge and those fuckers downfall A few things are all I need Then it's time for the killing spree None shall survive No man, woman or child The black delight Of auto-asphyxiation Gagged and bound As my light is extinguished SOLO Dreams of the darkest kind Riddle my sleep under the moonlight Blood is everywhere The world painted red Increased dopamine As I take pleasure in the dream The blackest fantasy Lived out for real...

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released September 22, 2020

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Christopher Carrion Kingston, Ontario

Progressive Metal Artist from Canada. I do Death, Black, Progressive and Classic Rock. I have issues.

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