True Will

by White Widows Pact

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With True Will, White Widows Pact does its hometown proud. Named one of 2015's "100 Bands You Need to Know" by Alternative Press earlier this year, White Widows Pact now officially earns that title. On True Will, New York hardcore, '90s death metal, and Southern sludge unite in a storm of grooving power that nods to Madball, Obituary, and Crowbar. Out now, on New Damage Records.

"This record needs anger management counseling. Five stars."
–MetalSucks, Top records of 2015

"Over the course of 10 tracks, this Brooklyn metal quintet sounds as if it can’t decide whether it would rather pummel or swing. So it does both. Expect bruises."
–The Washington Post

"Hardcore peppered with Crowbar's Obedience Thru Suffering..."
–Revolver

"White Widows Pact reminds us that metal and hardcore were always perfectly suited for mating with each other and that, in fact, the two forms share the same DNA."
—Pitchfork

"Insanely heavy... Sludgy, ripping guitars... When looking for a new band to get angry to, White Widows Pact have you covered on every front."
–Noisey

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released October 16, 2015

True Will was recorded and mixed at The Wild Arctic in Portsmouth, New Hampshire with Dean Baltulonis (Sick of It All, Modern Life Is War) and mastered by Brad Boatright (Nails, High on Fire).

Guest appearances on True Will include: Sara Taylor of Youth Code, Liam Cormier of Cancer Bats, Aaron Heinold of Hivesmasher, and Leech of Theologian.

Photo: Meg Wachter
Illustration: Dan Bones

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White Widows Pact Brooklyn, New York

Brooklyn metal. Debut album, True Will, available now through New Damage Records.

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Track Name: Landlord
you sell me sanctuary
in a house of theft
full of poison condemned and shot
this filthy slum where we’re left to rot
you stand before me a man of the cloth
you don’t see light
you’ve taken it all for the chosen ones
we won’t see light
broken glass and needles
burn through the flesh
the building crumbles and the hallways smell like death
all you do is cash the checks
you stand before me a man of the cloth
you don’t see light
you’ve taken it all for the chosen ones
we won’t see light
you’ve given me nothing only neglect
you don’t see light
you’ve
rejected my worth and I’m still in this wreck
we won’t see light
what clears your conscious when you sleep at night?
is it the righteous path leading only those of your kind?
pious and blind
what makes you think?
you hold the scales
of virtue not vice
don’t you worry
the lord doesn’t
see you but I do
you’ll be damned all the same
rejected my worth and
I’m still in this wreck
we won’t see light
what clears your conscious when you sleep at night?
is it the righteous path leading only those of your kind?
pious and blind
what makes you think?
you hold the scales
of virtue not vice
Track Name: Thirteen Years of War
it’s been thirteen years of war
and all I got to show for it
are sunken eyes and memories
of lives taken and lost
it’s been thirteen years of war
waged by disposable heroes
while the gluttons spoil in their palaces
spare me the crocodile tears
the ceremonies, medals and the promises
I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you
the waging of battles the taking of lives
I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you
that brutal existence you shoved into my eyes
it’s been thirteen years of war
and I finally figured it out
evil is a well dressed man
and he’s living next door
his entire life, built on a grave of lies
I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you
the waging of battles the taking of lives
I don’t trust god and I don’t trust you
that brutal existence you shoved into my eyes
I’ve been to the bottom and I’ll never forget
I live devastation and sleep in regret
I don’t trust God
so the question is
who would you rather be
the soldier or the slave
him or me?
living idle in this peaceful routine
disconnected from the pain
the soldier or the slave, him or me?
thirteen years of war, and I’m still fighting
Track Name: Hangman
a paper tyrant
the need to control
the pitiful tricks of a fuck that I loath
you’ll never take my power again
rationale and reasoning
don’t meet the terms of your power trip
you’ll never take my time again
I’ve given you too much rope
because I’ve made you believe
you got me on the gallows
but I’m just playing dead
until revenge comes for you
one way or another
you’re waiting to be destroyed
you’ll never take my power again
instead I’ll watch you sink
as the water fills your lungs
you’ll never take my time again
I’ve given you too much rope
because I’ve made you believe
you got me on the gallows
but I’m just playing dead
until revenge comes for you
you’re nothing to this world
but an impossible man
looking for reasons
to manipulate demand
from the other side of the wall
where you wallow alone
in your dark little space
that you call a home
this is your invention
I didn’t give you this life
I’m just an easy target
for your misguided rage
through your actions
revenge will come for you
Track Name: This Thing of Ours
your worth nothing
to the bishops and rooks
that stand behind you
just to watch you fall.
you bleed the narrative
and never live to tell the tale
it’s just another enterprise
for the empires of death
history belongs to the winners
so who are you?
the guardian of the lion’s lie
or the forgotten sinner?
you bleed the narrative
and never live to tell the tale
it’s just another enterprise
for the empires of death
You say it’s just survival
but I’m asking for who?
I thought you’d be smart enough
to ask all the questions
when you already
have one foot in the grave
just like the rest of you do
because I know there’s
no difference in front of
the callousness of power
between me and you
Track Name: Intertwined
(interlude)
Track Name: No Exit
why should I fight
when no one walks
out of the smoke?
nature has no politics
only oblivion
everyday feels like
the weight of a tombstone
laid on top of my chest
the granite fights my rib cage
and my will begins to die
why should I fight
when no one walks
out of the smoke?
nature has no politics
only oblivion
how can you navigate yourself
with a compass that only points
straight back into the ground?
I get no pleasure
from playing god anymore
this economy of secrets
humbles me into dust.
why should I fight
when no one walks
out of the smoke?
nature has no politics
only oblivion
how can you navigate yourself
with a compass that only points
straight back into the ground?
all I have is
believing in nothing
Track Name: Blood and Smoke
to this verse
by screaming
on the shoulders of giants
I find a new way, for myself
to keep on, fighting for
all the light that, breaks smoke
by screaming
on the shoulders of giants
I find a new way, for myself
to walk on, up this road
to nowhere, only death
pushing forward with fists held high
the sweat and salt stinging my eye
asking questions and finding a place
playing a part to stay with the race
hell is earth
and I’m gonna be the one
to sing songs all over
it’s burning corpse
and dance all over
bones and ashes
pawns and lovers
enemies and presidents
until I’m the last one
covered in blood
Track Name: Undertaker
grief demands answers
but they will be given to
no one without the weight
of searching scalpels
and Y shaped scars
grief demands answers
but they will be given to no one
except when the fallen speak
in black tongues and iron screeds
we stand on the souls
of those we keep
and sow the seeds
of selective memories
that start to synthesize
the narcotic myths
of life and triumph
and the sad songs
of love and death
that keep us awake
to reap another sun
Track Name: Cruel and Unusual
married by chaos and tragedy
foreign and enraged
now I feel you
reaching for my neck
as I gasp for breath
and your hands begin to clench
how can this be?
so fucking cruel and unusual
I’ll never know
nothing can change
the facts of that night
there won’t be wrong or right
just the casualties
of circumstance
and your swollen pride
that wants to take my life
for something I haven’t done
you call this justice or revenge?
you don’t even know who I am
you call this justice or revenge?
how can this be?
so fucking cruel and unusual
I’ll never know
if you think
I’ll roll over
and just give
myself to the grave
you’ve made a big fucking mistake
I’ll rise to my feet
and keep swinging
with blood stained teeth
you can never take everything from me
true will never dies
Track Name: The Watch
loveless and precise
it disciplines me
into small panics
of survival instinct
from another failure
and a withering day
relentless, ruthless
methodical and cold
relentless, ruthless
rigorous
methodical and cold
watch the second hand
sweep past it’s marks
pompous and total
with regard for no one
forcing me to
put on a face
for the world
of controlled desperation
while living in a private hell
that you will never see
walking blindly on a paithed road
to a place I’ll never reach
imprisoned by obsession
and the articles of speech
shackled to tradition
bounded by routine
a controlled desperation
I’ll never leave
my private hell