Lycanthrope

by Le Hearse

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Inspired by Industrial Goth acts like Wolfshiem, Covenant, KMFDM, Front Line Assembly, and others like them. This album is a tongue-in-cheek presentation of a few gothic themed stories I had wrapped in my noggin.

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released June 11, 2015

Written, Recorded, and Produced by Charles Sadler.
Mastered by Bob DeMaa.

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Le Hearse Minneapolis, Minnesota

Le Hearse is a collection of synthesizers, drum machines, midi cables, 10 fingers, and a lot of programming.

It's creator is Charles Sadler, who is a musician and composer who lives and works in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Charles Sadler believes in the fair treatment of DJ's and also small pets.
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Track Name: Nope!
It was the spark of insanity
that drew me closer to our calamity.
My very love for you was a malady,
sprung from fallacy.

And, at the heart of my conquest
you spouted words I took out of context.
I was making sense of the nonsense,
a mental complex.

But, in the end, we all know where this goes
like a spiral just beyond control.

There’s nothing more I can take.
Fuck your apology.
I’m not a rattle you shake,
in your hostility.
There’s nothing more I can take.
Fuck your insecurity.
I’m not some toy you can break,
you’ve no control of me.

Now that I see behind the curtain,
I can explain why I was so certain
that you had every care for my person
on the surface.

You didn’t want to be exposed
because, the consequences were unknown.
You are such a freak to need control
You would explode.

And so, you said you’d start with your left
but yet, you led with you’re right.
And so, you would admit you were wrong
and in your heart you would not.
The circle shows with every step we take,
the path eroding underneath our weight.
Track Name: Precipice
I’m drowning in your senselessness
the room is spinning in your arrogance,
I see the narcissism you project.
You act as if you’re the dawn of ascension,
you want to be my reason for invention,
but instead I’m disgusted by your
need for attention.

I see the ego that you hide,
a vanity you can’t disguise.
I'll take what good will's left inside
and leave a vacuum of your mind.
I pity pride.
 
The time draws near to reveal my invasion
to my enemy.
You appear to be blind on occasion,
to destiny.
So as I pretend to struggle in your web,
you approach with your fangs open.
That’s when the trap springs it’s revelation,
and I proceed to take my vindication.

you’re strapped into the chair,
there’s anger in your stare.
Soon, anger turns to fright
as agony’s in sight.

The dread rising in you is clear.
The growing danger’s drawing near,
I bind my arms around you dear.
I wipe your face and taste your tears.
I pity fear.

The drawing of the tune.
The singing of your doom.
The signing of the time.
The ending of your lie.

I reminisce upon our past,
your dying breath at my command.
Intoxicated in this power,
I’ll stare into your helplessness
for hours.

I'll shed the secrets from your skin,
and bare the fruit that lies within.
Purge all deviance from your soul,
and watch the pages of your flesh
unfold.

With the turning of the screw
the truth is coming into view.
The web you’ve spun is torn into
and there is nothing more to do.
I pity you.
Track Name: Lycanthrope
I am standing here
with a gentle heart,
but, that all mutates to violence when the moon is full.
I'm running from you now
in fear of what I’ll do, but once the darkness swallows my conscience,
I will come for you.

You mustn’t reside here.
Evil prevails I fear.
The moonlight shines more malice than you could conceive.
Show me no clemency,
vacate yourself of me.
So as the evening sheds the light from earth,
it transforms me.

My moral compass is in decline.
My metamorphose is your demise,
with the moon rise.

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I try to pretend that everything is going all right with me,
that there is nothing inside of me.
I try to retain control over my own monstrosity,
as the moon burns my skin.

My moral compass is in decline.
My metamorphose is your demise.
with the moon rise.

I try to pretend that everything is going all right with me,
that there is nothing inside of me.
I try to retain control over my own monstrosity,
as the moon burns my skin.

I try to pretend that everything is going all right with me,
that there is nothing inside of me.
I try to retain control over my own monstrosity,
as the moon burns my skin.