Formed in 2012, the band takes root in a raw depressive black metal, but now sheds all boundaries, taking inspiration from an array of additional dark atmospheres including the writings of H.P. Lovecraft and I.M. Banks, noir thrillers and horror movies. The band's excellent early recordings were gathered in the "Origins" compilation released in late 2016.
Exploring themes of borderline death states, aberrant afterlife worlds and strange mental disorders, the WHITE WARD sound spans the expansiveness of instrumental jazz and the depths of pitch black existential despair. After recording the first full-length album "Futility Report", WHITE WARD was signed to Debemur Morti Productions and now is primed to embark much further on the divergent sonic journey.
The band continues to evolve and change directions with their second release, “Love Exchange Failure”. Dark-jazz aesthetics appear more vibrant and deeper than ever before, while elements of blackened death, prog, and black metal scream out in an intense fury over vicious blast beats, courtesy of new drummer Noctum! Lyrical themes explore new dimensions, diving into the abyss of human psyche instead of creating Lovecraft-inspired worlds.
In June 2022, the Ukrainian Black Metal innovators are prepared to unleash their third album, “False Light”, incorporating and intertwining various influences into a potent and dystopian mix. “False Light” is an indispensable record from a stunning band at the top of their game.
False Light
White Ward Lyrics
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In this world of bright lights and flashes
I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions
I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions
The postmortem Library of Alexandria
Reveals its secret treasures, we drown in them
It is a digital stack of desires
Run to the end
In this realm
You will never find yourself, nor believe in self
If you are enslaved
A culture in a form of bacterial reproduction
Forces me to leave my comfort zone
Everything around is a mess and destruction
No longer I feel lucky, only alone
Wisdom turns to water, draining through my hands
Slowly vaporizing, it returns to me again
Gentle drops of rain fall over my skin
A fear to lose is the most destructive sin
Suspended in time
Lost treasures return
Blind daredevils and rapists
Reap the fruits of short-term victories
Fatly erring and fatally erroring
They desperately sway history
Sharp knives don't know the truth
Their desire is power
Bullets never see the innocent
Their destiny is fire
The gates of hell are open
The nether world is empty
We are the demons who pretend to be
Vestal and righteous
(Vestal and righteous)
Vestal and righteous
Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas is all that I have
In this world of bright lights and flashes
I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions
I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions
Denounce the false light
Trace the advent of the night
Denounce the false light
Trace the advent of the night
Denounce the false light
Trace the advent of the night
Denounce the false light
Trace the advent of the night
The lyrics of White Ward's song "False Light" explore themes of identity, the pursuit of desires, the destructive nature of power, and the struggle for self-discovery in a world filled with illusions and false ideals.
The opening lines, "Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas, in this world of bright lights and flashes," highlight the contrast between the superficiality and emptiness of the world portrayed through bright lights and flashes, and the deeper existential struggles of the singer. The singer sees themselves as insignificant, just a small grain of sand amidst the passions and desires of others.
The verse mentioning the "postmortem Library of Alexandria" represents the wealth of knowledge and desires that are now digitized and readily available, but ultimately unreachable. It symbolizes the paradox of living in an era of vast information yet feeling disconnected and unable to find oneself or believe in one's own identity. The mention of being enslaved signifies the loss of individuality and autonomy in a culture driven by instant gratification and surface-level pleasures.
The song explores the cyclical nature of wisdom and the fear of losing oneself. The line "Wisdom turns to water, draining through my hands, slowly vaporizing, it returns to me again" suggests that true wisdom is fleeting and easily lost, but it can also be gained again through personal growth and experience. The fear of losing oneself represents the destructive nature of clinging to attachments and the continuous struggle to maintain a sense of identity in a chaotic world.
The lyrics also touch upon the corrupting nature of power and the consequences of short-term victories. The lines "Blind daredevils and rapists, reap the fruits of short-term victories, fatly erring and fatally erroring, they desperately sway history" criticize those who gain power and influence without considering the long-term consequences or the innocent lives affected by their actions. It highlights the tragic cycle of history repeating itself due to the ignorance and selfishness of those in power.
The song concludes by denouncing the false light and tracing the advent of the night, suggesting a rejection of illusory ideals and an embrace of authenticity and self-discovery. The repetition of these lines emphasizes a call to action, encouraging listeners to reject the false narratives and illusions that surround them and seek truth and self-actualization.
Line by Line Meaning
Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas
Feeling despair and confusion about the true nature of thoughts and concepts
In this world of bright lights and flashes
In a society filled with superficial distractions and temporary enjoyment
I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions
I feel insignificant and only a small part of my desires
I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions
My overwhelming cravings and conflicts constantly motivate me
The postmortem Library of Alexandria
The examination of a vast collection of knowledge and information
Reveals its secret treasures, we drown in them
Discovering hidden treasures of understanding, but become overwhelmed by them
It is a digital stack of desires
The repository of human cravings in the digital age
A culture of known but unreachable pleasures
A society that obsesses over unattainable yet well-known sources of gratification
Run to the end
Continue chasing after these unfulfilled desires
In this realm
Within this realm of existence
You will never find yourself, nor believe in self
You will never discover your true identity and lack belief in your own worth
If you are enslaved
If you are trapped and controlled by external forces
A culture in a form of bacterial reproduction
A society that spreads and reproduces like a contagious infection
Forces me to leave my comfort zone
Compels me to step out of my familiar and safe space
Everything around is a mess and destruction
Surrounded by chaos and ruin
No longer I feel lucky, only alone
I no longer experience fortunate circumstances, only solitude
Wisdom turns to water, draining through my hands
Knowledge and insight slip away from me like water
Slowly vaporizing, it returns to me again
Gradually disappearing but eventually coming back to me
Gentle drops of rain fall over my skin
Delicate raindrops touch and moisten my skin
A fear to lose is the most destructive sin
The fear of losing becomes the most harmful wrongdoing
Suspended in time
Existing in a state of temporal suspension
Lost treasures return
Valuable possessions and knowledge are regained
Blind daredevils and rapists
Reckless and harmful individuals who act without caution
Reap the fruits of short-term victories
Enjoy the benefits of temporary successes
Fatly erring and fatally erroring
Making significant mistakes and facing deadly consequences
They desperately sway history
They desperately and influentially shape the course of history
Sharp knives don't know the truth
Dangerous people lack understanding of the reality
Their desire is power
Their motivation lies in obtaining and exerting control
Bullets never see the innocent
Projectiles never discern the innocence of their targets
Their destiny is fire
Their fate leads to destruction and chaos
The gates of hell are open
Access to intense suffering and torment is readily available
The nether world is empty
The underworld is devoid of any meaningful presence
We are the demons who pretend to be
We are the malevolent beings who falsely portray ourselves
Vestal and righteous
Appearing pure and morally upright
Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas is all that I have
My only possessions are feelings of despair and uncertainty about abstract concepts
Denounce the false light
Reject the deceptive illumination
Trace the advent of the night
Follow the emergence of darkness
Denounce the false light
Disavow the misleading brightness
Trace the advent of the night
Track the arrival of darkness
Denounce the false light
Expose the deceptive illumination
Trace the advent of the night
Uncover the arrival of darkness
Denounce the false light
Reject the misleading brightness
Trace the advent of the night
Follow the onset of darkness
Contributed by Reagan W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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1. Leviathan
This city is deaf
Its nights are endless
Its walls are tall
My prayers are worthless
This purgatory is blind
Its days are countless
Its ditches are deep
Your prayers are worthless
Walking across these burial grounds
Where our skyscrapers rise
Searching for evidence that this world
Is devoted to crashes
A pile of ashes is turned to gold
Digging a grave to find a corpse
Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse
But the flesh is gone
Digging a grave to find a corpse
Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse
But the flesh is gone
So is the dignity in nameless replications
So is the dignity in nameless replications
Forsaken myths are luring us down
Consistent supremacy of denial
All our mistakes are never forgotten
Insufficiency of those who were never begotten
The strongest feeling is burning my mind
My tears fall down dry
I mourn imprisoned in a concrete grave
Where hatred is tearing me apart
Walking across these burial grounds
Where our skyscrapers rise
Searching for evidence that this world
Is devoted to crashes
A pile of ashes is turned to gold
2. Salt Paradise
These walls beget a homogenous mass
That pushes me away
I hope that yet there is another world
A better place
From a slippery slope, I fall
Trying to reach the peak
Rolling down like a stone
Greedy and never meek
From the deepest caves, I rise
Willing to heal my scars
Tearing down my throat
A forlorn city ghost
At the point of no return
Old hopes are gone
At the point of no return
New virtues are born
3. Phoenix
It will never be so quiet here again unless we all fall
Unless the last tear drops down
The last drop of human blood disappears
Thousands of years will pass in a row
Until this place gets well again
Being well-healed
It will produce the plague one more time
Repeating the circle
Frigid birds fly onward the north
Surpassing the distance and gravity
They yet don't know that there is no home
No place to build a nest
The rest no longer matters
The sacred land fell prey to fire
And someone's evil will
A burning forest will never make them cry
Arsonists, parasites
Their bellies are always hungry
Their eyes are blind with the shine of gold
No miracle worker can fix their wounds
They are too heavy to wear
I hope you are in a better place
Your murderer doesn't care
Never stay aside
Even if they follow you
Never stay aside
Even if they reach you
Never stay aside
Even if they trap you
Never stay aside
Even if they murder you
Never stay aside
Even if they follow you
Never stay aside
Even if they reach you
Never stay aside
Even if they trap you
Never stay aside
Even if they murder you
No miracle worker can fix their wounds
They are too heavy to wear
I hope you are in a better place
4. Silence Circles
Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
These walls don't have ears
A broken mirror doesn't flicker
Itching palms turn into fists
The stronger always blames the weaker
Beloved ones are enemies
A broken soul doesn't flitter
Grey lives under a surface
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Days drowned in stigma
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)
Like a snake that bites its tail
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Always with a poisonous kiss
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)
Stop being a target
Choose your destiny
Put your finger on a trigger
Because you can
Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Stop being a target
Choose your destiny
Keep your finger on a trigger
Because you can
Word is your weapon
Silence is your tomb
Silence is your tomb
In this vicious circle, only pain exists
When you've got in trouble, dissipate the mist
Never turn the other cheek, bend the line
Pull the trigger of your weapon, word is a sign
Grey lives under a surface
(Silence circles compel me to zip my leap)
Days drowned in stigma
(Silence circles compel me to maintain the status quo)
5. Echoes in Eternity (Instrumental)
6. Cronus Lyrics
A bullet hits the mark
There is no way back
We live in the dark
Torn to shreds
The light
Is no longer bright
And justice is never served
There is no time to cry
No time to cry, cry
A spotless mind
Does not escape the fate
It only can
Embrace the pain and fade
Red colors mask the grass
In them we trust
A lifeless heart is mute
A vivid flash is rust
A lifeless heart is mute
A vivid flash is rust
The lack of love nurturеs the drama
Eroded trust will be nеver rebuilt
Ignorant fools elect their kings
To set the rules
To get away with any crime
Grey matter pierces the flesh
A hot metal dash divides the line untimely
Grey matter pierces the flesh
A hot metal dash divides the line untimely
Bullets worship a trigger
Fingers shiver in eager
Metal rests in the dark
In a second before the wreck
If we shut our mouths
Then the wave will cover us
How long will we bend our knees
The life is lost at no cost
How long will we break our backs
The life is lost at no cost
Young blood fibrillates on the ground
The order of life and death is upside down
A lifeless heart is dumb
It exults no more
A vivid flash was a crime
It prospers no longer
7. False Light
Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas
In this world of bright lights and flashes
I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions
I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions
The postmortem Library of Alexandria
Reveals its secret treasures, we drown in them
It is a digital stack of desires
A culture of known but unreachable pleasures
Run to the end
In this realm
You will never find yourself, nor believe in self
If you are enslaved
A culture in a form of bacterial reproduction
Forces me to leave my comfort zone
Everything around is a mess and destruction
No longer I feel lucky, only alone
Wisdom turns to water, draining through my hands
Slowly vaporizing, it returns to me again
Gentle drops of rain fall over my skin
A fear to lose is the most destructive sin
Suspended in time
Lost treasures return
Blind daredevils and rapists
Reap the fruits of short-term victories
Fatly erring and fatally erroring
They desperately sway history
Sharp knives don't know the truth
Their desire is power
Bullets never see the innocent
Their destiny is fire
The gates of hell are open
The nether world is empty
We are the slaves of cluelessness and fear
All of our deeds are real
We are the demons who pretend to be
Vestal and righteous
Vestal and righteous
Hopeless gloom and the identity of ideas is all that I have
In this world of bright lights and flashes
I am the smallest grain of sand, a fragment of passions
I am driven by a surplus of desires and tensions
Denounce the false light
Trace the advent of the night
Denounce the false light
Trace the advent of the night
8. Downfall (Instrumental)
Kardashev
Holy moly. This band is incredible. Thank you, White Ward.
Alberto Jose Castillo
and fucking thank you too!! i really love music of both bands <3
Kardashev
@Alberto Jose Castillo Thanks man! :D
Did Yurko
I love this crossuniverse where Kardashev is excited on new White Ward. We need more of those.
Ryan M.
You guys are definitely competing for AOTY
White Ward
Thank you guys! Your new album is awesome too!
Ketil S - Taphephobia
Do yourself a favour and buy this great release. Not just stream for free. One of the greatest bands of today
Christian Ricotta
I bought cd just yesterday...great album!
Demoness Alessa
I going to reunite the cash for Buy this Black metal art piece... waiting deserves a great prize...Withe Ward...😁😁😁😈
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