The Curse
George S. Irving Lyrics


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It's time to feed the blood fever, use a saw or a butcher's cleaver
the black-eyed boy hangs by his feet
the scarlet draining out, from a lacerated throat, you can feel the heat
of excrement and his cold dead soul,a pudgy little piglet, grab him by the snout
with the index and the thumb, hack it off in one go
your heartbeat is a drum, so cut the rest off slow
back and forth goes the blade like a piece of stale bread
through the top of the spine and off comes his head
put it on a platter, save it for another time
back to the splatter, there's more to this crime
slash his arms and legs
there's a torso and a cock
take 'em to the kitchen, throw 'em in a pot
let it boil, watch the skin peel
set the table, for a real meal
out comes the boy, candied apples and gravy
serve him to your brother, serve him to his lady
the same lady you raped the night before
and this man raped his daughter, and there's a lot more to the story
it just keeps on getting gory
when father kills son kills mother kills husband kills daughter, in the name of glory
FRENZY STRIKING FRENZY
LIGHTNING CRAZE THE MIND
BATHTUB FULL OF BLOOD
DESTINIES ENTWINED
IN THE ARMS OF THE FURIES (x3), IT'S A CURSE

LA RAGE NOURRIT LA RAGE
LA FOUDRE NOUS FRAPPERA
LA BAIGNOIRE EST PLEINE DE SANG
NOS DESTINS DANS LES BRAS
DES FURIES, DES FURIES
IT'S A CURSE, IT'S A CURSE
destinies entwined in the arms of the Furies here they come!
hurdling through the sun-starved night
queen hornets swarming in their wingless flight
through the waves crashing, Aegean Sea
so beautiful to look at, so horrible to see
do they want to fuck me? or tear me from limb to limb
rip off my cock, fill their cup to the brim
with my hot blood, with my lifeblood
it's a Furious flood of revenge
on the cannibals who eat their children
on the parents who kill their children
you stole our future, now they're closing in
THE FURIES (x4), IT'S A CURSE (x3)
SEX AND DEATH, LOSE MY BREATH (x9)
what kind of world did you leave us? what kind of values did you teach us?
how much blood did you spill for us? for us? no, for you!
you stole our future and you left us, in the arms of the Furies
Quel monde nous avez-vous laissΓ©? Quelles valeurs nous avez-vous enseignΓ©es?




Combien de sang pour nous versΓ©? Pour nous? Non, pour vous!
Vous avez volΓ© notre avenir et laissΓ©s, Dans les bras des Furies"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of George S. Irving's song "The Curse" delve into a dark and disturbing narrative that explores themes of violence, revenge, and the cyclical nature of brutality. The imagery painted in the lyrics is graphic and visceral, describing a gruesome scene of ritualistic murder and cannibalism. The opening lines set the tone for the song, as the singer describes a heinous act of butchery, symbolizing a descent into primal desires and bloodlust. The lyrics evoke a sense of morbid fascination as they detail the process of dismembering a victim and preparing him as a meal, highlighting the depravity and cruelty inherent in the characters' actions.


As the song progresses, the narrative unfolds to reveal a web of interconnected atrocities committed by various characters, each consumed by their own desires for power and control. The references to rape, incest, and familial betrayal emphasize the twisted nature of the relationships depicted in the lyrics, suggesting a cycle of violence that spans generations. The repetition of the phrase "FRENZY STRIKING FRENZY" underscores the chaotic and frenetic energy of the events unfolding, as the characters succumb to their darkest impulses and perpetuate a cycle of destruction.


The introduction of the Furies, mythical figures from Greek mythology associated with vengeance and retribution, adds a mythic dimension to the lyrics. The Furies are depicted as avenging spirits, punishing those who have committed heinous acts and seeking justice for the innocent victims. Their arrival signals a reckoning for the perpetrators of violence, as they are confronted with the consequences of their actions and the weight of their sins. The lyrics suggest a thematic parallel between the ancient mythological realm and the contemporary world depicted in the song, blurring the lines between past and present as the characters grapple with the repercussions of their choices.


In the final verses of the song, the singer reflects on the legacy of violence and betrayal passed down through generations, questioning the values and moral code that have led to such atrocities. The repeated refrain of "SEX AND DEATH, LOSE MY BREATH" encapsulates the themes of carnal desire and mortality that pervade the lyrics, underscoring the destructive forces at play within the narrative. The song ends on a haunting note, as the singer laments the loss of innocence and the insidious grip of the Furies on their lives, leaving a lingering sense of unease and foreboding in its wake.


Line by Line Meaning

It's time to feed the blood fever, use a saw or a butcher's cleaver
Prepare to indulge in violent urges, utilizing sharp tools to inflict harm


the black-eyed boy hangs by his feet
A victim is displayed in a vulnerable and gruesome manner


the scarlet draining out, from a lacerated throat, you can feel the heat
Blood spills from a deep wound, evoking a sense of intense emotion


of excrement and his cold dead soul, a pudgy little piglet, grab him by the snout
Reference to the victim as an object, emphasizing the brutality of the act


with the index and the thumb, hack it off in one go
Removing a body part swiftly and forcefully


your heartbeat is a drum, so cut the rest off slow
The rhythm of the heart intensifies the gruesome act


back and forth goes the blade like a piece of stale bread
The repetitive motion of the blade, likened to a mundane task


through the top of the spine and off comes his head
Decapitating the victim with a precise strike


put it on a platter, save it for another time
Preserving the severed head for future use


back to the splatter, there's more to this crime
Implies that the act is just the beginning of an ongoing series of atrocities


slash his arms and legs
Inflicting further mutilation on the victim's body


there's a torso and a cock
Acknowledging the presence of remaining body parts


take 'em to the kitchen, throw 'em in a pot
Turning the body parts into a grotesque meal preparation


let it boil, watch the skin peel
Cooking the flesh and observing its transformation


set the table, for a real meal
Preparing to serve the cooked body parts as a disturbing feast


out comes the boy, candied apples and gravy
Presenting the cooked victim as a sickening dish


serve him to your brother, serve him to his lady
Offering the victim's remains to others for consumption


the same lady you raped the night before
Implied connection between sexual violence and the gruesome act


and this man raped his daughter, and there's a lot more to the story
Revealing a pattern of heinous crimes within the narrative


it just keeps on getting gory
The violence and horror escalate with each action


when father kills son kills mother kills husband kills daughter, in the name of glory
Illustrating a cycle of familial violence justified by twisted ideals


FRENZY STRIKING FRENZY
Intense madness provoking further madness


LIGHTNING CRAZE THE MIND
Sudden and uncontrollable impulses clouding judgment


BATHTUB FULL OF BLOOD
A horrifying image of bloodshed and violence


DESTINIES ENTWINED
Fates linked in a tragic and gruesome manner


IN THE ARMS OF THE FURIES (x3), IT'S A CURSE
Suffering under the vindictive wrath of supernatural forces




Lyrics Β© O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Paul Spera, Philippe Combret

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@aroseinwinter05

Where are all my fellow 90s kids/teens who grew up with this stuff? Man, I miss being 9 years old!πŸ§‘πŸ–€β€οΈ

@SergioLopez-vu5lv

ok me to i had the book

@RichardKeeps

I had nightmares over these when I was young

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@adammartinez376

Yes!!! Miss those days. Reading these awesome stories in my room. In the dark!! I need a time machine πŸŽƒ

@aroseinwinter05

@@adammartinez376 same! you described my childhood, too! lol chilling in my β€œsafe place”/bedroom closet with glow stars, blanket, & flashlight. Books were always my life since age 3!πŸ’šif only we could turn back time….πŸ™πŸ»

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@XYZ_is_taken

the fact this guy is also the voice of Heat Miser shows how amazing George S. Irving’s vocal range is.

@aprilmarsh2574

Is that who's reading it?

@XYZ_is_taken

@April Marsh yes

@michaelcoulter1725

That's cool I didn't know he played the Heat Miser I heard these on audiobook back in the fourth grade but I had no clue that he played the Heat Miser

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