hord

hord

 Nîmes, Languedoc-Roussillon, FRA
BandMetalRock

HORD is a french metal band playing a brutal and melodic cyber, industrial, djent, thrash and progressive modern metal. For fans of Soilwork, Sybreed, Mnemic, Strapping Young Lad, Textures, Misery Signals, Tesseract and Opeth.
New album "The Waste Land" is produced by Jochem Jacobs (Textures)

Biography

HORD (Metal, France) has been founded in 2002 in the south of France. After the recording of several demos, the band is spotted in 2006 by Patrick Liotard, guitarist and producer of the Metal/Indus band POLARBITCH, who decides to produce and record the first album of HORD : "Reborn from Chaos" (Why Note/Nocturne, 2007).

After some changes in the line-up and two years on the road defending "Reborn from Chaos" on stage with Fear Factory, Punish Yourself, Black Bomb A, etc., HORD is back in 2010 with a new line-up and a new album called "The Waste Land", produced by Jochem Jacobs (TEXTURES, Nuclear Blast Records).

Inspired by post-modern literatures and postapocalyptic cinema, "The Waste Land" is a concept album about the experience of annihilation and the end of the world, combining Hord's music and poetry ; Jakob Arevarn's cinematic universe ; David Lundmark's photography and Par Olofsson's graphic design.

"The Waste Land" is only available as a limited deluxe digipack edition through the band's merch store, live shows and digital distribution. Hord has no label, no distributor and works in a perfect autonomy.

Lyrics

Unreal City

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

Am I coming back to life or finally dying? / Strange lights press upon my nerves then darkness comes over me / Am I just newly born, freshly dead or hallucinating? / Is this reality so confused and indinstinct? / Chaotic scenes just before my eyes / The Gates of heaven and hell broken down / Upside-down beds / Dead-studded halls / Is this world in my visual field the one I really belong?

By degrees as I crawl on the ground / I rouse from a dormant state / I pace up and down / Total immersion through lights / I take a look out there, outside …

Lights of night suffocate me / Unreal city’s attracting me / I can’t tear my mind away from her and turn my back on her / Benighted, I’m out of my depth / Waves of silence chill my blood and drag me in the waste land / Unreal City

I drop on my knees on a carpet of dust / I raise my face to the pale ashen empty sky / Why am I asking myself if there’s someone or something elsewhere? / What is that bitter taste in my fucking mouth? / Chaotic skin just before my eyes / Am I this man I don’t even recognize / Deathly pale face / Cold flesh and bones / Is this body in my visual field the one I really belong?

By degrees I rediscover myself / As I’m staring at this ravaged landscape / Distorting mirrors and fragmented windows / Reflect the same degeneration

Lights of night suffocate me / Unreal city’s consuming me / I can’t tear my mind away from her and turn my back on her / Benighted, I’m out of my depth / Waves of silence chill my blood and drag me in the waste land / Unreal City

Silent City’s calling me / I can hear his voices / I’m coming …

Subdued Voices

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

A deathly hush reigns as I walk the streets / A total absence of outside noise pollution / Only seeming quiet places, I’m speechless / Illusory silence / My trembling voice inside echoes like a creeping sound drowned into the abyss / Fighting against my stillness to resurface

Fixed stare on darkness of a stationary world / Reduced to a silent and eerie contemplation / Nothing emerging from dust / I can’t breathe a single word / And call this bloody shambles a bloody shambles / Desolation, devastation before my very eyes / I can’t break the silence and come out of my muted shell / I’m wandering the streets like a lost soul / I’m assailed with inner noises of the ancient world / Intermingling sounds emerging in the depths of my being / Funeral laments, Nuptial songs invade me and deafen me

Millions of voices resound in my hollow body / Resonant memories of my humanity / Despairing, popular songs / Sirens hymns emerging from dark

What is that sound bursting out of myself / A life instinct taking flight high in the air / Endless moans escaping from me / Brutal and deafening like the cry of a newborn dead / But who are those hooded hordes screaming over and over inside my head / I can’t get rid of this cacophony / I’m wandering the streets like a lost soul / I’m assailed with inner noises of the ancient world / Intermingling sounds emerging in the depths of my being

Millions of voices resound in my hollow body / Resonant memories of my humanity / Despairing, popular songs / Sirens hymns emerging from dark

Voices bemoaning in my ears / I can hear all these screams in my head

Subdued voices deafening me, deafening me

Epidemic

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

The town crier :

Partisan of wait-and-see or mental masturbation / Humanity has reached the point of no return / Years of abuses / We went too far / We crossed the limits but the worse is yet to come / We can’t reverse now / We can’t stop the spread of evil / It’s time to … Fall! Who’ll be the next to contract the virus? / Fall! Epidemic is rising and threatening us with a gun on our temple / Fall! It’s time to be judged! / Fall ! We’re just germ carriers! / Fall! Delighting self-destruction !
The harder we fall …

We went too far away / Helpless to ease the pain / Virus-infected cells / Benighted crowds, tons of people collapsing
Infected / Helpless to ease the fate

Headlines :

Pandemic phase declared / State of crisis / Alarm systems overheating / Panic-stricken people wondering who’s infected
Cities gripped by violence / Human tolerance explodes / Media and governments overtaken by events renounce / We can’t stop the spread of evil / It’s time to … Fall! Who’ll be the next to die cuz of the virus? / Fall! Epidemic is here now and killing us in thousands every seconds / Fall! It’s time to be judged! / Fall ! We’re just germ carriers! / Fall! Delighting self-destruction ! / The harder we fall …

We went too far away / Helpless to ease the pain / Virus-infected cells / Benighted crowds, tons of people collapsing / Infected / Helpless to ease the fate / We give ourselves away beneath the weight of misery / The final judgement is near
Enlightened towns fall into decline and ruin / This is the end of humanity …

The Watcher

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

I turned my senses inside out to fight the sixth one / I strive with myself / I strive against it / Extrasensory perception / Sight, Smell, Taste, Hearing, Touch overwhelmed by the new shit

I walk alone through burned sensations /Material world escapes me / Nothing seems to move in the ravaged landscape of my eyes but I have a strange sensation / There is another reality, tangible / A strange multiplicity of sensations seizes me now but it has nothing to do with what I can see, smell, taste, hear or touch.

My conscience distorts / I’m overcome by something stronger, something I can’t control / I can’t kick it out / Inside/outside conflicts / I can’t let it come inside through me / I see myself lying on my back as cold as marble

Wounded outside, Burst inside, I’m beside myself just contemplating / How I’m lost inside me, dead inside, I’m beside myself jst contemplating how he’s lost

How I’m lonely in this world / Staring at myself, staring at the void / My nerves electrified / Shocked by the undefined
They try to revive myself in vain / Spasms shake my body / Spasms … I’m alive … I breathe … / I regain my strength
I breathe / I regain consciousness

I remember first the unpleasant noise of medical machines becoming distant and unreal / Pleasant and frightening emotions sweeping through me while I detached from myself and floated above my own body / I ‘ve never met deceased relatives or spiritual figures, nor walked through a tunnel to reach a strong and bright light / I was just watching myself dying as a witness of my own ending … I’m just a watcher …

I travelled too far / I took too much time to come back home, come back to my fragile life / “I could not speak and my eyes failed / I was neither living nor dead / And I knew nothing / Looking into the heart of light / the silence…”

Wounded outside, Burst inside, I’m beside myself just contemplating / How I’m lost inside me, dead inside, I’m beside myself eyes open staring at the void

Where are the people who saved my life and abandoned me in this hospital? / Where is civilisation? / What are these empty places? / These devastated rooms / I can’t say anything or put a word on things / I feel so lonely in my waste world…

A Heap of Broken Images

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

So I was dead to the world, disconnected / I was sleeping soundly / Completely out of touch with reality / I’m going round in circles to the beat of my memories / Fragments of violent events, obvious and visible discordance / A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place / I feel like I’m an outsider, I’m a stranger / How can I still be standing there in this disorder / How can I be someone where everyone has fallen / Remnants of an old newspaper predicting the end of humanity / Appeals for aid are constantly broadcast on ghostly radio and unreal TV / I’m just a listener and a watcher / There’s nothing I can do / I’m powerless, I’m powerless to silence all of these cries which constantly pound through my head / Voices bemoaning / Maternal lamentations / Constantly tear me away…

So I’m there in the world, reconnected, but I’m roaming soundly / Completely out of touch with reality / I’m going round in circles to the beat of my memories / Fragments of ancient events, unfamaliar and uncommon memories / A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place / I feel like I’m an outsider / I’m a stranger / How can I still be standing there in this disorder / How can I be someone where everyone has fallen

I’m lost, completely lost, who I am? / How can I rebuild myself in loneliness on a heap of broken images / I’m lost, completely lost,where I am? / I’m just a collector, my body a container of a heap of broken images

Here a child has fallen down / His father’s prayed god for his soul / His mother’s rose her face to the sky / But the sky is pale and faceless / Here a thousand men died / Carried away by insanity / Here falls the empire / Earth turned into a huge scene of crimes / Here falls my entire hope of eternal life

Nothing remains but these sloughs of skin / I can’t put the pieces of the jigsaw together again / There’s something still missing / I’m sick of all these scenes emerging from the depth of the ashes / Together again / It still doesn’t mean anything to me

Through the Ashes

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

This is the dead land / My final destination / I’m walking through the ashen air / The cold and silence, the blackening / I can’t make out my own skin / Through this obscurity / But I can see fragments of my past in a handful of dust / Strange images come far from the ashes / Life-flashing-before-my-eyes through this heap of remains / Mirrors of some old memories

When I look through these windows / I can see clearly my face in these mountains of dust / But I feel like I’m uncoupled from my own story / When I look though these mirrors / I can see clearly the ghosts of my past / A woman I loved, The Father I lost

This is the waste land / The death’s other kingdom / My final resting place / The cold and silence, the blackening / I can’t figure my way out / Through this reality / I remember the day I scattered my father’s ashes / His flesh and bones merge into the soil / If only my heart were stone I would contain my tears / And look in the eye of my destiny

When I look through these mirrors / The dark and violet hours occur to me / But I feel like I’m uncoupled from my whole story / When I look though these mirrors / I can see clearly the ghosts of my past / A woman I loved, A father I lost

All things remain through the ashes

The Grand Expedition

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

After all those years of wandering, After going round the world / I’m still following in a ghost humanity tracks / In this valley of dying stars / I’m ruining myself on this broken jaw of our lost kingdoms / Sightless, shapeless / Monsters’ voices coming out the soil / Auditory, olfactory, tactil, taste and visual hallucinations / Blurred reality, zero-gravity, this no-man’s land is a deadlock / Here on the road / I’m walking dead in a film without scenario

I’m that “shape without form, shade without colour / Paralysed force, gesture without motion”

I’m no longer even a presence / I’m the shade of nothing / This semblance of life underneath my eyes / Is the last ghost of an extinct humanity / This vision of paradise can’t be here into my eyes / All this decor is a fake or a liar / This piece of Eden can’t be a part of my burden / This whole repeated performance was to make me believe that I’m back to square one / But it’s just an illusion / On the road again / I’m walking dead in a film without scenario

I’m that “shape without form, shade without colour / Paralysed force, gesture without motion”

If only I was someone I would feel myself / I don’t even know my name and the Where of my origin / I’m growing away from you

I’m on the road but I can’t explain the how and why of it / The meaning of this life is still going away from me / While death is so close to me / I do not hope to hope again that I could understand the essence of my loneliness / I walk alone through burned sensations / The entire world escapes me / Why should I mourn the loss of my faith in a happy ending
I do not hope to turn the page again of this tragic story / Oh I don’t even know my name / How I could understand the essence of my loneliness / Where are the people who saved my life / And abandoned me in this oblivion / Where is civilisation / What are these empty places / These devasted lands / I can’t say anything or put a word on things / I feel so lonely in my waste world

Yeah, all is so confused in my head / I couldn’t face the essence of my loneliness / I do not hope to turn the page again on this tragic story / Yeah if ony my heart were stone I would kiss my fate / But lips that would kiss form prayers to the broken stone / Please take me / Please bury me / My broken bones / The broken stones / This land is my Bruges-la-Morte / I’m walking dead through this charred land / But I don’t know where to go / There is no scenario / I regain my strength I breathe / I regain consciousness / I travelled too far and take too much time to come back home / Come back to my fragile life / “I could not speak and my eyes failed / I was neither living nor dead”

The Waste Land pt.2

Written By: Jonathan Devaux

I’ve never been so close to the end and the beginning / After a lifetime of wandering / I travelled through the ashes to rebuild this disjointed story / And try to understand the meaning of the whole sketches / Back stretch through the stony places / The lines begin to blur / I’m slowly wasting away / I’m walking, incomplete, through this mess / Maybe it’s time to reverse and replay the whole story again

I should come back home now where it all started / Unreal city’s calling me

When I came to this world / I unfolded like an unconscious flower lost in time / Then I went through these spaces / I set off on my expedition / But I served my time and I failed

I should come back to the origin / The hospital / And plunge me into the coma / Then I would travel through my dreams to relive the whole fantasy / And try to understand the meaning of those fucking sketches / Back straight through the bloody places / My eyes begin to blur / I’m slowly wasting away / I’m walking, incomplete, through this mess / Maybe it’s time to reverse and replay the whole story again.

I should face the facts now / I travelled too far and I won’t be able to come back home / And find the peace again

Yeah I came through this world / I unfolded but I couldn’t bear the weight of signs / Yeah I went through these cities / I wandered about like a lost soul / But now I feel tired and I’m going to die here / Faintness …

Fainting, Fallling / Crouching, Beathless / My conscience distorts / I’m overcomeby something stronger, by something I can’t control / I’m beside myself again just contemplating / How I’m lost in this waste land / I’m finally dying

When I came to this world / I unfolded like an unconscious flower lost in time / There I’ll bury my thoughts / I’ll succumb as a faded flower lost in the waste land

Discography

- HORD - Reborn From Chaos (2006, Why Note/Nocturne) - Produced by Patrick Liotard and Hord. Artwork by Sam Van Olffen.

- HORD - The Waste Land (2010, Self-Produced) - Produced by Jochem Jacobs and Hord. Artwork by Jakob Arevarn, David Lundmark, Par Oloffson, David Sandberg and Colin Vauthier.

- You can stream our music on bandcamp, reverbnation and myspace. Check it out.