Haunted

I may be a bit biased, since I have lost the love of my life at a young age (30), but to me, this song is about dreaming of your lost love, and being pissed off when that time comes to an end.

The poem spells it out: "Of freshly dug grave and death and night These things are her essence Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover"

She's dead and gone, but not forgotten. She visits him in his dreams each night. Beautiful poetry and imagery of a bittersweet moment.

By far one of Type O's best songs, but I love much of their collection. This one especially hits home after losing my fiance.

I've always kind of interpreted this song as a dream, or at least something of that nature. The beginning of the song mentions the sun melting in the horizon, indicating nightfall. Also, the part about him being in bed waiting for her. After this, the woman comes into the picture and is gone when the sun rises. So, if it were a dream, the sun rising would mean that it is time for him to wake up (as is mentioned) and it would take away his time with the woman, causing him to hate the morning. Whether or not that is the intended meaning of the song, I honestly don't know. This is just how I see it. Truly beautiful words and music; probably my number one song.

"by SamuraiWolf on 03-27-2008 @ 07:30:00 PM
In my honest opinion, this song contains one of the most accurate passages that describes what it is to truly love someone (at least if you are inclined toward "darker" things). If anyone reading this has ever found themselves lying awake at night and dreaming of someone, then they can relate to this song perfectly, regardless of inclinations. "

Agreed. Awesome song.

This is one of my favorite songs of all time. it reminds me of my girlfriend.

This is THE song that got me hooked on TON. I heard a coworker playing this track and heard "I hate the morning..." and thought, you know what? Me too, dammit. But then I heard the whole song and I was blown away. I HAD to get the CD!

a great song to wake up to, if you're nocturnal like me. ;)

From the panes a green mist swirls Is it a shadow of reflection? This apparition in moon beams bathed A voice like wind through trees beckons Cool rain on hot summer stone The odor fills my presence Of freshly dug grave and death and night These things are her essence Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste My goddess of the violet twilight You are lust incarnate In the sweat of my bed The eastern sky hints of dawning Alone and awake but exhausted I lie Oh how I hate the morning

What an amazing passage that is. Beautiful and sexy.

Peter Steele being visited by a succubus. Probably the best song on October Rust.

oh god...i can just lay back in my bed and listen to this in the dark...gives me chills everytime...my favorite song from October Rust, easily.

In my honest opinion, this song contains one of the most accurate passages that describes what it is to truly love someone (at least if you are inclined toward "darker" things). If anyone reading this has ever found themselves lying awake at night and dreaming of someone, then they can relate to this song perfectly, regardless of inclinations.