hope attrition

by WOE

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this is a failure and every wretched word is broken, enfeebled never to be heard this is surrender all history consumed by the tomb of oppression that is this living world in the dead gaze of the future roars the great furnace of time renders ash all dreams of purpose blacken every bone, blacken every hope we awoke to find this poisoned land unchanged and the world beyond our blood-shot eyes still horror every thought a ruthless circle every word a vicious stone every effort wracked in violent degradation feeble forms, the spirit broken ground to dust by the weight of nothingness death compels all hope’s attrition desperate throes of the human condition we renounce all hope and all the days to come will be the coldest reinforcement of our failures held below the surface and caressed by probing jaws our bodies claimed as grist to feed the future… stripped to the bone absolute emptiness held captive by doubt razed forgotten irrelevant unto the end crumble in solitude this is the end devoid of meaning irrelevant unto the end this is submission a final repose this is submission to the unending call of woe
2.
(solo - mm) faith condemns faith condones faith creates fear’s traditions fear consumes fear controls fear belies your ambitions fear preserves fear demands fear the fall into depression lose control lost control shrinking down into submission do you remember losing your child eyes? colors fading, edges jagged ripped your gaze from the sky into starving darkness did hatred deliver the hope that died? when you killed for that adventure? when you stole the joy that you were denied? will you outrun all your failures? and when you close your eyes how do you close your eyes? what could you know about honor? (solo - cg) blood without honor no blood has honor dead fathers dead sons what could you know about honor? dead mothers dead daughters what could you know about honor? dead children dead loves what could you know about honor? lost youth dead hope what could we know about honor?
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instrumental
4.
the din of the mourning roaring in tongues rattles every organ no sound escapes the sky as cathedral never unheard screams bleach the skin make ghosts of fears bodies stacked high to defend the pale scavengers appear to pick apart the bones feasting in the mountain of horror scavengers, they wait they glower at the thrones together in their isolation sever now your reason, abandon all your sight so lost to tales, all logic fails and ignorance commands your fealty blind leading blind dead commands the live children howl while elders scowl and flesh is carved to stave off decay from the shadows, the preachers call vomiting doomed condemnation on all bold declarations, the vision of paul first sight reveals that their lies are failures i praise the end! i praise the end! barred the gates panic reigns your cries the only lamentation scavengers appear to pick apart the bones feasting in the mountain of horror scavengers, they wait they glower at the thrones together in their isolation torrents and torrents of shit the din of the mourning suffer worthless in life, hopeless endeavor wasted nothing remembered, death as in life shameless every single word is a weapon against yourselves injured always the victim, never to blame bleeding hemorrhage together, dig at your wounds dying every failing a reflection of your stagnation wasted worthless bleeding i fear the mourning’s call failure scars silently corrupt we wait too long forever we wait too long for life we wait too long forever now the time for change has long since died the end of every joy we are our own undoing i praise the end! i praise the end! you’ve barred the gates as panic reigns last breath unmourned and unheard
5.
departed, every sound is distant now and through it all, to it, i am claimed the air stinks of regret, skin is thick with it the planet spins, the world outside is still the same how do i live with this atrocity? who do i blame for this defeat? beg, plead, scream, there’s no compromise the world is damaged and there’s nothing i can change obscene, the day and the sunlight that it brings the past and the future, the sentiment it clings to and now i question moment i question every word the regret, the absence, the feelings of absurdity that stricken me with weakness that sap me of my pride it tears, it tears, it punishes the living who would hide disease, defeat, the violence that renders every life inert to undo all the suffering, to undo all the hurt and there is nothing that i wouldn’t sacrifice just to save you from the earth i regret every word said i regret every word unsaid i regret every day spent i regret every day not spent we’re all alone i know we’ve always been did you leave knowing the ghost that haunts us here? did you know that fragments of you would follow me? we’re broken down but the world refuses to see and the world is out of tune i feel it in my bones condemned with regret we’re left to mourn for the ones we lost and the ones we failed to save
6.
demand demean your foes the stench of fear is rising the folk the fools the flies that buzz they fuss and cling to words to words like dirt that works its way in cracks that spread throughout the face and deep into the hole that pit where once dared beat a heart now rots now hates now loathes in absolute disgust disgrace decry the earth itself if ever it dared to turn against the tide that ...drags at the future ...drowns us with greatness a man beyond a man a man who bore a movement like a drill into the head of peace a movement of god for only god could wreak this vengeance a rising fist towards the living the dying awake and free from the shackles of hope be the seething the writhing hurt the ending that we deserve the scheming the lying the promise that hate will smother the truth is this seething this writhing hurt he reaches down inside there’s nothing there to grasp a vacuous existence a ravenous demand for power strangles every action consumes his every breath the viciousness propels him to the point he wishes that there never has to be an ending detests the worth of peace reminds him of his worthlessness beyond the world of conflict and bereft manipulation he wallows in despair unsure of how to soothe his swollen ego he screams out see the collapse of all people feel the dead grip of decay hear the last gasp of this era taste the sour air of defeat smell the rot leap from our leaders know the dread freezing them cold rocks line the cliffs of the future’s shore to the edge we march and hell below
7.
fear the world is crushing me revulsion is the air i’m breathing its violence systems clamping down like a tourniquet swollen limbs too tired to move dread pervades the day i am powerless inertia exacts shameful complacence in truth, i never had the agency in shadows, i choke on silent indifference and i relent to power and i relent to fear and i relent to every force that tramples without care and i regret the meaning ascribed to every life the loss compounds completely abject in defeat terror the world has broken me crumbling away, my body is failing conflict rules the day, death controls the night never escape my place in the gutter control, endless control abject in defeat (solo - cg) and i relent to power and i relent to fear and i relent to every force that tramples without care and i regret the meaning ascribed to every life the loss compounds completely abject in defeat but still, i remember just who i meant to be before hate so vicious claimed its fee the future full of wonder all paths led out to sea and slowly i discovered this world is not for me abject in defeat

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WOE "hope attrition" CD/LP/TAPE
vendetta records # 133

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released March 13, 2017

"Some albums waste no time letting you know that you’re in a welcomed, comfortable place, that your need for top quality metal will be satiated. Some albums know that all you want are riffs, maybe even a barrage of riffs. You are only looking for a good-ol’ time filled with head banging, foot stomping, and the possible, but most likely, occurrence of air guitar/drum playing. Hope Attrition sets your mind at ease within the first few seconds of opening track, ‘Unending Call Of Woe’. This is going to be an album that you will enjoy, Hell, possibly even love.
There is something exceptionally special about this album. While it is immediately angry and violent sounding, there is this nagging feeling of, dare I say, hope. They just sound like they’re having too much fun playing these songs. Even though some of the songs are titled, ‘The Ones We Lost’ and ‘Abject in Defeat’, and the album starts off with the screaming of, “This is a failure”. I am inclined to believe otherwise. Most of the songs fall in between the five to ten minute range, excluding a beautiful acoustic interlude. Yet, there are so many twists and turns in each song that they fly by. In some instances you can hear Krallice, in others Dissection. But, permeating the entire album is a seething, pumping, undying pulse.
The foundation is black metal, the post-y tendencies have infiltrated only slightly, and there is death. The guitars are searing in their exactitude yet unfurl with such beauty. The drumming is tight, impressive, and a perfect driving compliment to the force of the melodies. The vocals growl and shriek, giving a perfect balance of styles. Lead riffs pepper the driving force of the songs adding extra melodic focus and interest. The solos are also what give way to a sense of optimistic release, they are very well written and somehow perfectly compliment the songs without sounding out of place. This leads me to believe that there is much more than depression, horror, and destruction behind the motives to these songs. At the start of this new year of musical deluge, only Thunderwar’s Black Storm has kept me coming back as much as this album. A true gem in the world of American black metal and ANOTHER ripe, red tomato in the garden of this Brooklyn band’s discography." echoes and dust )

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