The two main influences on the band are the Beatles and Black Sabbath, and keyboardist Josh Silver has expressed a love of Pink Floyd--evidence of which can be heard in the atmospherics of his production techniques.
The band arose from the ashes of the band Carnivore and gained popularity with their songs "Black No. 1" and "Christian Woman" from the Bloody Kisses album. The album was the first in Roadrunner Records' catalog to go both gold and platinum. They have successfully toured with Pantera, Life of Agony, and dozens of other established and up-and-coming bands, as well as taking part in Ozzfest. The band had VHS and DVD documentary releases in addition to their CD releases and contributions to movie soundtracks and compilations.
Steele died of sepsis caused by diverticulitis (initially reported as heart failure) on April 14 2010 at the age of 48.
Singles and video-featured songs
Black No. 1 - 1993
Christian Woman - 1993
Cinnamon Girl - 1996
Everyone I Love Is Dead - 1999
Everything Dies - 1999
I Don't Wanna Be Me - 2003
Love You to Death - 1996
My Girlfriend's Girlfriend - 1996
Profits of Doom - 2007
September Sun - 2007
Summer Breeze - 1993
Discography
Slow, Deep and Hard - 1991
Origin of The Feces - 1992
Bloody Kisses - 1993
October Rust- 1996
World Coming Down - 1999
Life Is Killing Me - 2003
Dead Again - 2007
Members
Peter Steele - Vocals, bass guitar and songwriting (1990-2010)
Josh Silver - Keyboards (1990-2010)
Kenny Hickey - Guitar and backing vocals (1990-2010)
Johnny Kelly - Drums (1994-2010)
Sal Abruscato - Drums (1990-1993)
Haunted
Type O Negative Lyrics
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Between the sheets where I wait for her to come
A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
I'm haunted
I'm haunted
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morning
I hate the morning
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 wooksmoke 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
I hate the morning (light)
I hate the morning (light)
Type O Negative's song "Haunted" describes a person who is tormented by the memory of a former lover. The first two lines of the song emphasize the loneliness of the singer's dreams, as they are eagerly awaiting the return of the lover that haunts them. The use of the word "swollen" to describe the sun indicates a sense of dread or foreboding, while the use of the word "melting" suggests a sense of instability.
The second verse describes the lover in more detail, painting her as a seductive and irresistible force that continues to haunt the singer. The imagery of "bite, kiss and lick" suggests a physical intimacy that is impossible to resist, despite the singer's desire to break free from the hold the lover has over them. The third verse describes the lover as a "nocturnal mistress" and a "spirit lover", reinforcing the idea of her being a supernatural force that the singer cannot escape.
Throughout the song, there is a recurring motif of the morning being the singer's enemy. The repetition of the phrase "I hate the morning" reinforces the idea that the singer is unable to escape the memories of the lover who haunts them. The use of the word "exhausted" in the final line suggests that the singer's torment is taking a physical toll on them, making it difficult for them to face the new day.
Line by Line Meaning
A swollen sun melting in the horizon
The sun is setting, but it feels bloated and large as it disappears.
Between the sheets where I wait for her to come
The singer is waiting in bed for his lover to arrive.
A living flame, impossible to resist
The singer's attraction to his lover is strong and intense.
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
The physical contact with his lover evokes deep desires and emotions.
I'm haunted
The artist is haunted by his lover's presence and the intensity of their connection.
I'm haunted
The singer is haunted by his lover's presence and the intensity of their connection.
I'm haunted (by her)
The singer is consumed by his lover's memory and their connection still lingers.
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Even in his dreams, the artist is overwhelmed by his desire for his lover.
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
The artist imagines his lover as a supernatural being who could only have come from the underworld.
I hate the morning
The artist dreads the dawn because it marks the end of their time together.
I hate the morning
The singer dreads the dawn because it marks the end of their time together.
From the panes a green mist swirls
The artist sees a green mist outside his window, which could be a reflection of his lover's supernatural nature.
Is it a shadow of reflection?
The singer questions whether the mist is a reflection of his own thoughts and emotions.
This apparition in moon beams bathed
The singer sees his lover as a ghostly figure illuminated by the moonlight.
A voice like wind through trees beckons
The singer hears his lover's voice in the wind, a sound that is both eerie and seductive.
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The artist experiences a contrast between the coolness of the rain and the warmth of the summer night, which mirrors the intensity of his emotions.
The odor fills my presence
The artist smells the scent of death and decay, which could be associated with his lover's supernatural nature or his own desire for danger and darkness.
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
The singer is surrounded by the symbols of death and darkness, which are a part of his lover's aura.
These things are her essence
The symbols of death and darkness are an integral part of the singer's lover's identity.
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
The artist portrays his lover as a nocturnal and spiritual being who is above the mundane world.
Your mouth of wine and wooksmoke taste
The physical sensation of being with his lover is compared to the taste of wine and the smell of smoke.
My goddess of the violet twilight
The artist sees his lover as a divine and mysterious figure who embodies the colors of twilight.
You are lust incarnate
The singer believes that his lover is the embodiment of sexual desire and passion.
In the sweat of my bed
The artist describes the physical encounter with his lover as passionate and intense.
The eastern sky hints of dawning
The singer becomes aware of the approaching dawn, which means that his time with his lover is coming to an end.
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
The singer is alone but unable to sleep, his mind filled with memories of his lover.
Oh how I hate the morning
The singer again expresses his distaste for the dawn and the end of his time with his lover.
I hate the morning (light)
The light of the morning represents the end of the artist's connection with his lover, which he despises.
I hate the morning (light)
The light of the morning represents the end of the artist's connection with his lover, which he despises.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: PETER THOMAS STEELE
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Lu Ángel
A swollen sun melting at the horizon
Between the sheets I wait for her to come
A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick
I'm haunted
I'm haunted
I'm haunted (by her)
Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon
I hate the morning
I hate the morning
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
I hate the morning (light)
I hate the morning (light)
Molly James
This is absolutely insane. This bands whole “sound” sounds like the feelings throughout my entire life. It brings me to tears, sends chills right down my spine, and shakes me to the core.
Lisa Brickner
I felt that comment.. There music has helped me through very painful emotions. I find peace i.
Art Gaignard
They've been cutting me deep since the 90s and I still get that core thrill everytime I push in the tape, drop the needle, or close the tray. R.I.P. Pete you are missed.
TruthSeeker205
@Molly James-- same here, that's a musical genius, you can literally feel the music pulling at your inner soul
NH2010
With every bite, kiss, and lick....my darling 🖤 He lives in your life
Gabriel Lima
Type O Negative is fuckin' AWESOME!! I love this band 💚
Alex D Stroya
Nobody will ever sound like this again. Pure genius.
Riot of Doom
Woods of Ypres did pretty good
Riot of Doom
Woods 4 and 5, to be specific.
🍃 Tree Witch 🍃
I was 17 and driving home in a car full of friends from a napalm death gig. I was recently married really young and sad and confused but the music soothed my soul. A car full of people listening eagerly and the new type o album “October rust” and we were united. Each one lost in the music as it etched into our deepest core. I can’t ever forget this experience. I’m not sure if this band ever really felt an inkling of how many people they would touch with their music. I hope in his last moments on earth, Pete felt this truth.