Peter Steele

Since I was 13 I listen to a large variety of music, among metal and gothic rock. One of those bands which I've been listening with most interest is Type O Negative and it has been my favorite band since then and its singer impressed me with his sensual and dark voice. The great Peter Steele, who passed away an evening during last april at the age of 48.

Peter was an american descendent of russian people, his real name was Petrus T. Ratajczyk and he was born a january 4th. He was a guy with a dark sense of humor, but he was funny, a great composer and musician. Before being a member of Type O Negative, he formed a hard rock band called Carnivore.

He was a lonely guy and had an old fashioned conception of romance as a dark and gothic feeling, just like Edgar Allan Poe, that kind of romance which describes an inmortal love and shows sex like an extension of their own soul, even to an extra-universal level, which can be really considered as "making love", and in fact his music is perfect to make it.

He always spoke of those things he loved in his songs, from sensual girls who didn't love him back, to a lovely pet who left a mark in his youth, a kitten.

Peter is one of my mentors in lyrics, and his music gives me a bunch of sensations that no other band can make me feel.  I often feel myself identified with those songs and its videos, besides it is my husband's favorite band as well.  It was because of Type O Negative I've found the love of my life, he often dedicates me some of T.O.N. songs, and I love it.

I invite you to take some time to listen to Type O Negative, I'm in love of that girl, I must confess...maybe you'll share my oppinion.

Love You To Death

In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they're sayin', swayin'
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're sayin', prayin'
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...

I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I'm sayin', beggin'
I say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...

Let me love you too
Let me love you to death
To death

Am I good enough,
for you?
Am I...for you?
Am I good enough.
for you?