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.
Poisonous Flowers Of Violence
White Ward Lyrics
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And prosper everywhere
No prophets left to see the crime
No one feels the pain done
Like a mountain stream
Violence devours the stone
They meanly crush the roots
I will never forget your boots
On my face, on my face
I grow a tree of the blackest seeds
I water it with violent deeds
And then I harvest all the thoughts
I turn them into bloody spots
My tree springs up from all the dark
I cherish it with silent notes
And then, I harvest all its fruits
My needs are never satisfied
Poisonous flowers of violence
Grow and prosper everywhere
Inglorious powers burn the crown
They meanly crush the roots
I will never forget your boots
On my face, on my face
I grow a tree of the blackest seeds
I water it with violent deeds
And then I harvest all the thoughts
I turn them into bloody spots
The lyrics of White Ward's "Poisonous Flowers of Violence" depict the widespread growth and prosperity of violence in the world. This violence is portrayed as a natural and unstoppable force that devours everything in its path, just like a mountain stream that erodes and devours rocks. Meanwhile, no prophets can see the crime, and it seems that no one feels the pain caused by it. The inglorious powers are depicted as burning the crown and crushing the roots, meaning they destroy everything they touch, just like a tree withers and dies when its roots are destroyed.
The chorus repeats the line "poisonous flowers of violence grow and prosper everywhere" to emphasize that this violence is present in every aspect of life. The singer then turns to their own experience of violence, describing a moment when someone had their boot on their face. This experience is referenced throughout the song as the singer describes growing a tree of the blackest seeds- symbolizing negative experiences- and watering it with violent deeds. The tree is described as growing and subsequently being harvested, with the singer turning its thoughts and fruits into bloody spots. The final line of the chorus, "I will never forget your boots on my face," confirms that the violence experienced by the singer is a significant motivator behind the creation of this violent tree.
Overall, "Poisonous Flowers of Violence" paints a bleak picture of violence's growth and pervasiveness but also depicts how people can react to it by growing their own violent tendencies.
Line by Line Meaning
Poisonous flowers of violence grow
Violent actions spread like harmful plants
And prosper everywhere
They thrive and multiply across all locations
No prophets left to see the crime
There are no wise people to recognize the wrongdoing
No one feels the pain done
No one is empathetic towards those suffering
Like a mountain stream
Violence is unstoppable and all-consuming
Violence devours the stone
Even strong and durable objects and people can be destroyed by violence
Inglorious powers burn the crown
Evil rulers destroy the noble and good leaders
They meanly crush the roots
They cruelly and purposefully eliminate the foundation of goodness
I will never forget your boots
I will always remember your act of violence against me
On my face, on my face
Your violent act was directed towards me and caused visible harm
I grow a tree of the blackest seeds
I cultivate wickedness within me
I water it with violent deeds
I use violent actions to nourish my twisted desires
And then I harvest all the thoughts
I reap the fruits of my violent actions, in the form of dark thoughts
I turn them into bloody spots
I transform my destructive thoughts into violent actions towards others
My tree springs up from all the dark
My evil nature thrives on darkness and negativity
I cherish it with silent notes
I secretly treasure my depravity and feed it with my inner thoughts
And then, I harvest all its fruits
I continue to enjoy the fruits of my wickedness
My needs are never satisfied
My insatiable desire for evil can never be fully quenched
Writer(s): Andrii Pechatkin, Dima Dudko, Evgen Karamushko, Serhii Darienko, Stanislav Bobritskiy, Yurii Kazarian
Contributed by Ava P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.