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Lycanthropy
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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.

Overall Meaning

The song "Lycanthropy" by G.B.H. explores the theme of werewolves and the uncontrollable transformation that leads to violence and death. The opening lines of the song, "Lycanthropy is in his blood, and spreads to those he slays," introduce the idea that the condition is genetic and that those who are afflicted with it are dangerous to others. The lyrics go on to describe the werewolf's metamorphosis, which is undetectable during the day but occurs when the moon is waxing. The werewolf is portrayed as a predator that creeps through woods and fields seeking to kill.


The song also suggests that anyone can become a werewolf if they are exposed to wolfsbane and the autumn moon is bright. This adds to the tension of the song as it suggests that the affliction is not limited to a select group of individuals but can happen to anyone. The werewolf's uncontrollable instincts to kill are also explored in the lyrics, which state that the creature will bare its teeth, growl, and snarl at its victims. The werewolf is described as being in a state of hate, with suffused eyes and silver-grey hair that shines.


The lyrics also suggest that there are few cures for lycanthropy, with a Marfisa flower and a silver-topped cane being mentioned. The final suggestion for curing the condition is a silver bullet through the heart, a common trope in werewolf mythology. Overall, the song "Lycanthropy" by G.B.H. explores the dangers of a condition that turns humans into violent predators and suggests that there may be no cure for those who are afflicted.


Line by Line Meaning

Lycanthropy is in his blood,
He has Lycanthropy running through his blood.


And spreads to those he slays.
He infects those he kills with Lycanthropy.


Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
He can't control his transformation.


Undetectable by day.
He can't be detected as a werewolf during the day.


But when the moon is waxing,
He transforms when the moon starts getting bigger.


And all the world's asleep.
His transformation usually occurs when everyone is asleep.


Through woods and fields,
He wanders through the woods and fields.


The werewolf he will creep.
He moves silently like a werewolf.


Even a man who is pure heart,
Even a good man can transform into a werewolf.


And says his prayers at night ..
Even a man who prays at night can be infected.


Can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
The transformation occurs during the blooming of the wolfsbane plant.


And the Autumn moon is bright.
It happens during autumn when the moon is shining bright.


He instinctively seeks to kill,
He has an innate desire to kill.


The thing he loves the best.
He tends to kill those he loves the most.


He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
He will show his teeth and emit growling and snarling sounds.


And wish upon you death.
He wants to kill you.


His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
His eyes will be full of hate when he is transformed.


Silver-grey hair will shine.
His hair will look silver-grey in color.


He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
He will hold you tightly in his strong arms.


And on your your flesh will dine.
He will eat your flesh.


Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
There are few remedies for this disorder.


A Marfisa flower is a start.
A Marfisa flower can be the beginning of a possible cure.


Silver topped cane, a crucifix,
A silver-topped cane and a crucifix can be used to protect oneself from werewolves.


A silver bullet through the heart.
The only effective way to kill a werewolf is by using 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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@pulgas-xz4yw

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,



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@aliceisinchains1

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It s not horror punk:)

@eccoakadicco

my thoughts exactly

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@pulgas-xz4yw

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,

@terrytully9703

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@waltermaloney801

Your service is greatly appreciated

@Extremegaz25

Pulgas3000 cheers for the lyrics.

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