Words

by Orchid's Curse

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Jonathan Karl Babin
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Jonathan Karl Babin This record is great, because it does what it means to do, multiply the word "Word" and gives reason to doubt, quite humanly. How can "Man" be so divine if he has the wrong ideologies? As well, how can "He" be made in "His" image, if he does wrongful ideologies? Favorite track: If We're Divine.
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"Few bands demand that each album be a progression, a growth, in the way that Orchid’s Curse does. No musical influence is turned away, but everything is twisted, melded into an intense metal experience that makes your head bang one moment and your toes tap the next... With Words, Orchid’s Curse has spread its metallic wings a little further and at the same time created the most cohesive, memorable album of its career."
-HELLBOUND.CA

"Orchid’s Curse is one of those bands that plays around with melodeath, groove, thrash, and occasionally prog with enough fluidity to rid themselves of any sort of pesky sub genre tags and earn the simple, yet elegant classification of 'metal'."
-METALSUCKS.NET

"Orchid's Curse employ their familiar tactic of borrowing the techniques of multiple genres, from filthy death metal riffs to hardcore barks, progressive guitar explorations and dirge-like, doom-influenced song structures."
-EXCLAIM!

FOR FANS OF: Darkest Hour, Pantera and At the Gates
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released March 26, 2013

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Produced by Jason Vautour (Pith)
Mixed by Shaun Thingvold (Lamb of God, Darkest Hour, Strapping Young Lad)
Mastered by Jamie King (Between the Buried and Me, Glass Casket)
Engineered by Erien Eady-Ward
Recorded at CodaPop Studios (Halifax, NS)
Album Art by Keith MacLeod
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Track Name: Baptismalpractice
How do you look in to a child’s eyes and lie? To protect and nurture with words you can’t believe, passed down with subconscious execution and the lust of trust. Tales of snakes and arcs and man’s fall from grace. How do you look in to their eyes and lie? To instill and ingrain the cycle you don’t even see passed down from generations and so it plagues all the feeble minds with the whitest of lies of the divine. How do you look in to their eyes and lie? Why rest your moral compass in nothing more than men? With glaring flaws so self evident. The seeds you plant in the name of tradition bring nothing but pain as you repeat the cycle. How do you look in to their eyes and lie? When will you look in to your mind and see? This isn’t the way...
Track Name: For Those Who Grovel
For every concrete slab a story, a life, a memory. Returned to the dirt, returned to ash, returned to earth. Precious is not life, but only living and this cycle of life applies to one and all. Intelligence is no exemption to the truest of nature’s laws. So attain to rise above preprogrammed misery and embrace in one’s being not in ones divinity. I will not grovel on my knees and help to spread this disease - I won’t lie passively by while these people claim the skies. Madmen speak in guise of the prophets professing truths beyond compare with open hands and closed hearts they’ve formed the basis of our society and for centuries we’ve followed them so blind. Precious is not life, but only living yet for most of us, we are merely existing. I will not grovel on my knees and help to spread this disease - I can’t find solace in your claims that truths lie in words of hate. So refrain from falling in, into a comforting bliss which only exists as a blanket of false security where you relinquish your power blindly to the authority, of men. No more should we embrace this need to create when all we need is love in our hearts. I will not grovel on my knees and help to spread this disease - I won’t lie passively by while these people claim our skies - Your choice the cycle of life, or the cycle of lies.
Track Name: Lie to Live the Lie
No more can I bestow these pragmatic days and emotionless nights. A blind culture constantly seeks to fill the void inside. A culture that seeks external for truths that lie within the I. The void some can hide, yet all synthesize. Dependence has many forms of control; the bottle, the flame, chemical, sedate. And so we march on forth as slaves of the routine. Living as a surrogate to projected dreams. The void that some can hide, yet all synthesize. Deep down we know it’s all a lie. Yet we'll never question... Lie, just to live the lie (the void that plagues the mind, the void that lies). Lie, just to live the lie (and all synthesize). The void plagues the mind and all synthesize. Deep down we know it’s all a lie. We'll never question... why?
Track Name: If We're Divine
There is no need question or to define, if we're divine (if we’re divine). I need not find faith in clouded places, beds of racists, or war disgraces. I've been to graves, I've been enslaved, I've conquered lies we have all made. And here I'll stand, not wondering why, not willing to lie. I'll never stand, with faith placed, so blind (so blind). A legacy in time, but not divine, recycled to the earth (recycled to the earth). So I stand to plant these seeds and leave it all behind, and leave the lies that bind. And here I'll lay, not pondering lies, but willing to die. I'll never fear the inescapable so blind (so blind). No Remorse. No Regrets. No remorse, no regrets, nothing in vein, nothing in vein. I will live every day that I wake and bask in all of nature’s radiance.
Track Name: Indifferences
Work, work, work for the things I don’t need so I can buy, buy, buy all those things I can’t keep. Soul may be crippled by the powers that be and convinced I should be grateful for the opportunity. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Why don’t we care? Why wonder what the meaning and squander on second hand feelings? Another day in the endless routine. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Apathy is killing us and most days I don’t care. Why don’t we care? A lullaby of covert lines, a culture scared of what it might find. Fill this void - I’m so empty. Fill this void of a shallow fucking shell.
Track Name: Words
Words cannot express just how I feel about this life. Words can only capture just a fraction of the minds eye.
Track Name: Provisions For A Journey
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Track Name: Through the Hourglass
We did not create these times, yet we are left with this mess. A generation faced with the collapse of a system that’s left in our idle hands. With age this angst has turned to discontent. Like a sand grain so insignificant. Why must we continue along this narrow path? A vicious cycle repeats the hourglass. We’re all falling through this. Yet we seek solace in the people who continue to exploit us, deprive us, in this system that they built to enslave us. With age this angst has turned to discontent. Like a sand grain so insignificant. Why must we continue along this narrow path? A vicious cycle repeats the hourglass. Forget the conspiracies, it’s clear enough we’re being fucked. With age this angst has turned to discontent. Like a sand grain so insignificant. Why must we continue along this narrow path? A vicious cycle repeats the hourglass.
Track Name: We Sigh
We are born of this womb and we will die in it’s embrace. Faded like these lines and jaded like these times. We only open our eyes when we know it’s our time to die. When we look into the skies. The buildings block the sunlight. Our heads go down and we sigh. The weight is crushing us. And yet we go on in this routine. We only open our eyes when we know it’s our time to die. When we look into the night. The city signs obscure the light. Our heads go down and we sigh. This weight is crushing us. It’s suffocating us. This weight is crushing us. It’s suffocating us all. Our shoulders burdened... Our spines bent... Our wrists swollen... Our eyes, are strained... Our compassion lost... Our voices silent... Our minds diluted... Our vision obscured. This is the new burden. This is the new slave class. We are the new burden. We are the new slave class. When we look into the mirror, the face staring back. Isn’t one we should fear, it's time to take your life back.
Track Name: His Servants
Under the chapel these prayers go unanswered. Behind the alter his children bred to follow. Innocence is lost under cloak of divinity. Sinners in circumvention bowed down to their knees and face this rejection, now. Now bless this bastard child under the watchful eye (of god). You’ll bless this bastard child (it’s all lost). The innocence lost. Forgotten and shamed under guise of hierarchy. The sheep in their despair all carrying the disease. Now bless this bastard child, under the hateful eye (of god). You’ll bless this bastard child (condemn this). Condemn this life you’ve lost. You will receive this. Give me your tired hands, the most blessed sacrament. And lay your trusting head, and rest those weary eyes. And if he was real, I wonder what he would say? In this day and age (to know). To know his servants reign.
Track Name: The Masquerade of Sin
Is it the leaders that should worry you? Or is it the followers? Like the docile lambs, being led to the slaughter... They’ll spout the rhetoric of bigger men, icons and false heroes, All clothed in sin for this. Rejoice. And follow this lamb. There is no solace in the profits of prophets and there's no relief in the currents of currency. And the deceivers plight the lines of truth. A high stakes masquerade. They’ll claim it all, the blood stains the shamed hands. All clothed in sin for this. Rejoice. And follow this lamb to the slaughter tonight. There is no solace in the profits of prophets and there's no relief in the currents of currency. There is no relief. And this I know; No man is higher than thou and I'm higher than no man.