Voices: The Tales of Broken Men
by Orchid's Curse
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Above Moyobamba
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Rites of Sacrifice
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Shadows of Imitation
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...of The Flesh
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The Animal
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released 21 September 2010
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[PRESS]
"Thick, brutal, aggressive and borderline cacophonous, at times, Voices is relentlessly engaging and explosive while maintaining a decisively melodic essence."
-Exclaim!
"Voices – The Tales of Broken Men is a pretty lethal disc from beginning to end, confirming that Orchids Curse is definitely one of the most promising, young acts on the Canadian metal scene today."
-Sea of Tranquility
“This band has a developed sense for melody buried or well camouflaged under tons of distortion, aggressiveness and brutality… ‘Voices: the tales of broken men’ is a real metallic album, destined to snap some more necks and raise some hell live”
-Metal-Invader
“Their music is undeniably heavy, but it’s also dense with trippy excursion and ethereal edges to the intensity… they play with sincerity, brains, skill and humour.”
-Noisography
“Voices: The Tales of Broken Men is a huge step forward and progression for the band. It’s obvious that the members of Orchid’s Curse spent time listening to prog-metal and prog-rock in between writing for their first album and this one. Not that they’ve eschewed all of their previous metallic ways, quite the contrary, they’ve embraced and built upon an already solid foundation”
-Hellbound
*The Coast 2010 Critic's Pick*
*Noisography .com Top 10 Records of 2010*
*2011 ECMA 'Loud Recording of the Year' Nominee*
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BLOG: orchidscurse.wordpress.com
FACEBOOK: facebook.com/orchidscurse
TWITTER: twitter.com/orchidscurse
YOUTUBE: youtube.com/OrchidsCurseVideos
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[PRESS]
"Thick, brutal, aggressive and borderline cacophonous, at times, Voices is relentlessly engaging and explosive while maintaining a decisively melodic essence."
-Exclaim!
"Voices – The Tales of Broken Men is a pretty lethal disc from beginning to end, confirming that Orchids Curse is definitely one of the most promising, young acts on the Canadian metal scene today."
-Sea of Tranquility
“This band has a developed sense for melody buried or well camouflaged under tons of distortion, aggressiveness and brutality… ‘Voices: the tales of broken men’ is a real metallic album, destined to snap some more necks and raise some hell live”
-Metal-Invader
“Their music is undeniably heavy, but it’s also dense with trippy excursion and ethereal edges to the intensity… they play with sincerity, brains, skill and humour.”
-Noisography
“Voices: The Tales of Broken Men is a huge step forward and progression for the band. It’s obvious that the members of Orchid’s Curse spent time listening to prog-metal and prog-rock in between writing for their first album and this one. Not that they’ve eschewed all of their previous metallic ways, quite the contrary, they’ve embraced and built upon an already solid foundation”
-Hellbound
*The Coast 2010 Critic's Pick*
*Noisography .com Top 10 Records of 2010*
*2011 ECMA 'Loud Recording of the Year' Nominee*
_________________________________________________________
BLOG: orchidscurse.wordpress.com
FACEBOOK: facebook.com/orchidscurse
TWITTER: twitter.com/orchidscurse
YOUTUBE: youtube.com/OrchidsCurseVideos
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With 2 acclaimed releases, a horror-themed music video and a pair of Loud Recording of the Year nominations under their ... more belt, Orchid’s Curse have been paving their way as one of Canada’s finest underground metal bands. Known for their intense live performances, they have shared the stage with artists like: Children of Bodom, Cancer Bats, Misery Index, 3 Inches of Blood, Martyr & Baptized in Blood. less
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- Track Name: The Delicate Art of Dying
- Ten snow moons have passed | a decade in my isolation | But tonight I actually prayed | I prayed for you to join my fate | I prayed for you to come, and take me away | The cabin fire burns | the embers inside | a blissful contrast | to the delicate flakes of snow | beyond my stained glass window | Where has time gone? | Where has time gone? | I told you that I’d wait until the end of time | but my time is coming toanend|Mytimeisover|Mytimeisgone | Alone I still recall | your eyes the first night that I saw your precious face | Filled with love and pride for me | to watch the color shine, one more time in your eyes | Forty seasons have passed, a decade in my solitude | But tonight, tonight I cannot pray | for its hope that is now lost | I should have foreseen, the wasted years |But,my time is coming to an end |My time is over | My time is gone | Alone I still recall | your eyes the last night that I saw your precious face | Filled with shame, contempt for me | to watch the color fade from your eyes | I would have come back And set this whole town ablaze | if it wasn’t for you | They banished me | cast me like a stone | upon this frozen northern tundra | You knew I couldn’t stay | I told you I’d be here waiting for you | Alone I now declare | as I transcend to this place I will reflect in | self regret and despair | to die alone without another single soul | I thought I was a stronger man | #END
- Track Name: The Workhorse Walks Alone
- It was the last time we’d walk away | memories are all to present in slow decay | A mind dictates priorities | yet somehow we’ve fallen so far from these | It’s not what I had wanted | self control was never my strong point in the pursuit of passion | The Workhorse is starving but continues to move | Muscle memories in motion on nerves so bruised | It calls to me, It beckons me, It pleads of me, It’s killing me | It calls to me, It beckons me, It pleads of me, to be completed | This life has never been easy | But the weight of my tasks, are on my back | But even in regret, the show must go on | The show must go on | In the worst conditions these wheels keep on moving | It’s driving me further but am I really losing this time? | Automated | Living life at blinding speeds of instant insanity | Balancing my desires, losing is, fuel to the fire | Is this what I have chosen? Or is this, what has been chosen for me? | Automated | #END
- Track Name: Rites of Sacrifice
- Their lies the cause of suffering | They plant the seeds of hypocrisy | Their lies the cause of suffering | There is hope within you | The words spoken from a million tongues | centuries of subtle control | Rethink the teachings of the old | Rethink ideologies | I refrain | Walk away | From this reverie | Of a promised place | Their smile it hides the masquerade | Their tongues incant their treachery | Their smile it hides the mas- querade | Turn an run away | BREAK AWAY | From this shallow place | from the fucking chase | You know the truth | I stood at the helm | with all them on their knees | Begging me for answers | which I didn’t have | I couldn’t lie | I couldn’t give the rites of sacrifice | I served | Now I break free | and only now have I discovered | Divinity | through me | through memories | through history | No longer will I Preach | No longer will I Beg | No longer will I pray | Alas, I can’t cast the first stone | The truths are but a mystery | These lies just harm our humanity | The truths are but a mystery | There is hope within us all | #END
- Track Name: Let the Ashes Bury This Life
- It is all too clear, a pawn in the game that was life | A purpose less divine than the mask I wore that I shed for true hope | 0’s and 1’s and me | All on the blue screen | I cannot believe this is happening | To be subject of your experiments | To find my life on the shelf in the eyes of somebody else | Tonight I take your life and live for the very first time | The warning of threats while I wait for pre frontal cortex to judge, to re- act | Tonight I face the lies and it’s time to realize | Burn this all to the ground | Let the ashes bury this life | say goodbye | Tonight I take your life | A shortness of breath, senses heightened I tremble | Burn this all to the ground | Let the ashes bury this life | say goodbye | Let me now soar with those that prey from the sky | say goodbye | The adrenaline has consumed the rational | and now I’ll bask in the diligent glory | Burn this all to the ground | Let the ashes bury this life | say goodbye | Let me now soar with those that prey from the sky | say goodbye | #END
- Track Name: Shadows of Imitation
- I see their eyes, lost in you | I see their minds, mimicking your every move | Clone after clone worshiping the very ground | The fire is fed, on your pretentiousness | Analyzed and plagiarized | under the scope of the public eye | scrutinized and yet despised but everyone wants to be you | Why do we envy you? | Why not pity you? |Why do we buy you? | Why not ignore you? |This is an art to us | this is our truest passion | Mediocrity | this is your dying fashion | <transmission> | Why do we envy you? | Why not pity you? | Why do we buy you? | Why not ignore you? | Why do we love you? | Why not destroy you? | This is an art to us | this is our truest passion | Mediocrity | this is your dying fashion | The spotlight | is the bull’s eye | Where you’ve lived | and will die | They bred you | to plague this | world with | complacence | #END
- Track Name: ...of The Flesh
- Self gratification | primitive desire | of the Flesh | I’m walking down this road again | I hate to see you go | but I love to watch you walk away | I feel the urge | the desire | Seduced on the ecstasy | Fuck love | Lust will conqueror all | the joy | the dream | the lust | the scream | my temptress | Seal this with a kiss | Now swallow whole | Bound in devotion | My lovely whore | my temptress | the thirst | the kiss, the touch, her scream | the passion | Seal this with a kiss | Now swallow whole | Bound in devotion | My lovely whore | Say goodbye to this | Abandon love | Lost in the desire | It’s in control | her kiss | her touch | There once was a time | I walked the line of love | decay paved the way | for the dawn of a new sense of appreciation | of the finer things in life | The scream | the passion | Seal this with a kiss | Now swallow whole | Bound in devotion | My lovely whore | Say goodbye to this | Abandon love | Lost in the desire | It’s in control | #END
- Track Name: The Animal
- Built from sin | they say I | never had a chance | The darkened eyes | shadowed my path | Never turn your back | on where you come from | Never turn your back | Disgrace can’t hide behind these somber eyes | Despite the dark it shows too clear | Passed down, like fate was carved | into these eyes marking who I am | And the cycle continues | the animal in nature | The animal in me is free | Abash the thought, of something higher | No consciousness could be so cruel | My one thread of hope has been severed | “My child, give me your hand, Take this blade, This is power son, It will al- ways be you or them!” | Don’t forget these words |Now go make us proud and be a man|Don’t forget these words | His words umbilical in nature | Yet something so much deeper | His nurturing meant so much more | The blood isn’t just on my hands | The voice comes back to me | Now face the world | I know you’ll make me proud | Even in the darkest days know that this is our one true path | They strap me to the chair and let the mask shield my eyes | He says to me | “Any last words?” | Tell my son to make me proud and be a man |#END
- Track Name: The Voice: I. Into The Beyond / II. The Cold Whisper
- I once heard a voice | but time has whispered it cold | Faded into the beyond | like a distant northern wind on my neck | The longing to belong | scratching lies | on the back of my hopes and dreams | Ambitions lost | Dreams faded | Desires gone | All hopes cast away | Ambitions lost | All hopes cast away | This world has passed me by | and now I can only mirror | the ambitions | that I once embraced | I’ll let the seeds | of a new generation | bathe in my blood | They’ll drown in the waves | of the uninspired | souls of another lost time | Until they parallel | the suffering of a better time | and a better place | Ambitions lost | Dreams faded | Desires gone | All hopes cast away | Ambitions lost | All hopes cast away | I reflect on thoughts long past | as my desires flame my discontent | Time knows no Empathy | #END
