Lycanthropy
Charged G.B.H. Lyrics


Lycanthropy is in his blood,
And spreads to those he slays.
Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
Undetectable by day.
But when the moon is waxing,
And all the world's asleep.
Through woods and fields,
The werewolf he will creep.

Even a man who is pure heart,
And says his prayers at night ..
Can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
And the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,
The thing he loves the best.
He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
And wish upon you death.

His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
Silver-grey hair will shine.
He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
And on your your flesh will dine.

Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
A Marfisa flower is a start.
Silver topped cane, a crucifix,
A silver bullet through the heart.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ANDREW PAUL WILLIAMS, COLIN DEREK ABRAHALL, COLIN ROBERT BLYTH, ROSS ANDREW LOMAS

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pulgas3000

Lycanthropy is in his blood,
and spreads to those he slays.
Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
undetectable by day.
But when the moon is waxing,
and all the world's asleep.
Through woods and fields,
the werewolf he will creep.

Even a man who is pure heart,
and says his prayers at night ..
can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
and the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,
the thing he loves the best.
He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
and wish upon you death.

His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
silver-grey hair will shine.
He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
and on your your flesh will dine.

Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
a Marfisa flower is a start.
Silver topped cane, a crucifix,



All comments from YouTube:

pulgas3000

Lycanthropy is in his blood,
and spreads to those he slays.
Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
undetectable by day.
But when the moon is waxing,
and all the world's asleep.
Through woods and fields,
the werewolf he will creep.

Even a man who is pure heart,
and says his prayers at night ..
can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
and the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,
the thing he loves the best.
He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
and wish upon you death.

His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
silver-grey hair will shine.
He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
and on your your flesh will dine.

Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
a Marfisa flower is a start.
Silver topped cane, a crucifix,

Jeff Sims

Thanx for the lix. Someine should do this for 'Necrophilia'.

ecco

Silver bullet through the heart, through the heart!

lingertooth

Mariphasa flower.

G Mc

Pulgas3000 cheers for the lyrics.

Walter Maloney

Your service is greatly appreciated

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fairdathm

It gets no better. Love this!

ecopunk66

I saw GBH last night at Newcastle and they absolutely rocked the place, the crowd went bananas!
I need no remonding of why i cant fucking stand metallica!

Ricky X

Best horror punk song, hands down!!!

Im Better

​@some fagget it's actually a genre

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