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Murderous Lunar Activity
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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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Coimetromania
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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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Sign of Koth
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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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Lords of Entropy
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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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"Do You The Devils Work"
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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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Drop the Needle
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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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Just Like Carradine
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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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Christopher Carrion Kingston, Ontario
Progressive Metal Artist from Canada. I do Death, Black, Progressive and Classic Rock. I have issues.
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