Leviathan
White Ward Lyrics


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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
(But the fleshisgone)
Digging a grave to find a corpse
Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse
But the flesh is gone
(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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to White Ward's song "Leviathan" convey a sense of despair and hopelessness in a city that is depicted as deaf, blind, and endless. The singer expresses their feeling of worthlessness as they navigate through this purgatory-like existence. The imagery of burial grounds and skyscrapers emphasizes the juxtaposition between life and death, suggesting that the world is ultimately destined for destruction. The search for evidence that this world is devoted to crashes reflects a desire to find meaning and purpose amidst the chaos, but all that remains is a pile of ashes, symbolizing the decay and futility of it all.


Line by Line Meaning

This city is deaf
The city is indifferent and unresponsive


Its nights are endless
The nights feel never-ending and bleak


Its walls are tall
The barriers and boundaries are formidable


My prayers are worthless
My pleas or hopes have no effect or value


This purgatory is blind
The state of being in limbo or suffering is ignorant or unaware


Its days are countless
The days stretch on endlessly


Its ditches are deep
The pitfalls or hardships are profound


Your prayers are worthless
Your entreaties or hopes have no effect or value


Walking across these burial grounds
Moving through spaces associated with death and loss


Where our skyscrapers rise
In the places where our modern society thrives


Searching for evidence that this world
Seeking proof that this existence


Is devoted to crashes
Is dedicated to collapse or ruin


A pile of ashes is turned to gold
Transforming a state of destruction or ruin into something valuable


Digging a grave to find a corpse
Attempting to uncover something dead or lifeless


Dreaming of bloodshed with no remorse
Imagining violence or harm without feeling any guilt


But the flesh is gone
But the physical aspect or substance is absent


So is the dignity in nameless replications
The honor or respect is also absent in anonymous duplications


Forsaken myths are luring us down
Abandoned or forgotten beliefs are attracting us towards despair


Consistent supremacy of denial
Persistent control or dominance of refusing the truth


All our mistakes are never forgotten
None of our errors are ever completely remembered


Insufficiency of those who were never begotten
The inadequacy of those who were never conceived or created


The strongest feeling is burning my mind
An intense emotion is consuming and tormenting my thoughts


My tears fall down dry
My sadness or grief is numbed or empty


I mourn imprisoned in a concrete grave
I grieve while trapped in a metaphorical tomb of hopelessness


Where hatred is tearing me apart
Where animosity or hostility is causing severe internal suffering


Walking across these burial grounds
Moving through spaces associated with death and loss


Where our skyscrapers rise
In the places where our modern society thrives


Searching for evidence that this world
Seeking proof that this existence


Is devoted to crashes
Is dedicated to collapse or ruin


A pile of ashes is turned to gold
Transforming a state of destruction or ruin into something valuable




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Marc DiGiambattista

Imagine having to explain to people that you're a black metal saxophonist every time you get the question "so, what do you do?"

Ignis Carn

I doubt this is his job

Herpus Derpus

@Ignis Carn Probs not, but that's what I would put on my resume

DecieverDawg99

If that’s on your resume, I hire you right away.

Raphaël DØDSENGEL

This song is just a pure masterpiece. Слава Україна from France 🇫🇷🤘

Dmytro Skorobohatyi

Дякую пану Івнову за те що порадив такий шедевр. Хлопці ви неймовірні.

1AshesToAshes1

The sax is so amazing.
Feels hauntingly melancholic.
Love it.
Glory to UA.

Andriy Butok

Просто вражаюче, White Ward з часом стають тільки потужніше і майстерніше!

Agostoic

Love the atmospheric dark jazz vibes, powerful stuff.

Howdy Ags

Hey man, do you recommend another band with this same vibe. I'm kinda new to this genre

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