Crisis

released March 30, 2022
Written by Leon Bühler, Simon Bosshart, Noel Wiedmer, Lion Kappeler, Joël Schregenberger in 2021.

Recorded at SAE Studio 1, Zurich-Altstetten, Switzerland, Summer 2021.

Mixed by Simon Bosshart.
Mastered at Abbey Road Studios, London.

One Zero To End All

released November 25, 2022
Composers: Simon Bosshart, Lion Kappeler, Leon Bühler, Noel Wiedmer, Joël Schregenberger

Recorded at SAE Studio 1, Zurich-Altstetten, in spring 2022.

Produced by Simon Bosshart

Autarkic Records 2022.

Cyclone

Hailing from the underground metal scene of Bern, Switzerland, Anger in Defeat seek to fusion innovative, fresh experiences and sounds drawn from progressive, modern metal with elements of the legendary scene classics. This debut EP continues the musical and lyrical style of the previous singles, simultaneously introducing a new era of Anger in Defeat - the Anger Way.

The Anger Way

I Chose Rage

Arisen To Fight

Collision

Wavering betrayal storms through my veins
Sickening desolation cause it hurts and it pains
My soul that the late storms of summer are lost
A wind of despair wakes the autumnal frost

Breathe the undying air
Call the abyssic force
Smoke flooding everywhere
Tainting your bleeding lies!

Storm from the rigid clouds
Feast on the silver words
Ignore the pathetic vows
Strong is the hell we raise
Anger In Defeat!

War is always the same, a rotting cavity
War brings the chaos’ name, the peak of vanity
War is my pact of life, ‘cause I was born sick
Born sick, born sick, taste my insanity!

Deep into the chaos
The mind wanders with excellence
Deep into the veins
My razors purge the pestilence
Deep into my soul
The trauma reaches far and old
Deep into this hate
Pleasures reached must stay untold

Storm from the rigid clouds
Feast on the silver words
Ignore the pathetic vows
Strong is the hell we raise
Anger In Defeat!
Anger In Defeat!

And on the peaks of hatred
The weakly sermon causes me
Epitome of bloodshed
Power far too great to see
To kill the wicked humans
That waged all this belittled spawn
Split open their skulls
Negate their lives from dusk-to-dawn

Blood was shed in the name, a name so meaningless
Thought was made in the name, of glory’s pantheons
Fear is ever the same, the lingering pain that sought
That sought – to bring – the everlasting struggle!

Feel the sickness in my veins
Strenghth – cathartic pain of hate
We’re born to fight – Anger in Defeat!
Anger in Defeat!

Anger In Defeat

Is sanity, my charity, is this whole life my destiny
Did you confess, what you do best, am I granted to know the rest
What's left inside, is pain and hate, I feel the urge to liberate
Myself from this phlegmatic life, these frozen tears cut like a knife

Cold and forgotten
Torn and molested
Whipped, too, and rotten
SICK AND INFESTED!

Is terror what brings liberty, a full pursuit of heresy
Is nothingness a path of pain, or one more lifetime to regain
Did I insist, and raise my fist, am I a weakling defaetist
When this cosmos is breaking down, there's nothing they can do but frown

Cold and forgotten
Torn and molested
Whipped, too, and rotten
SICK AND INFESTED!

Painful dedication - massive liberation
Singular devotion - numbing contradiction
Extreme adoration - cold self-desecration
Fear my thought - for it is free!

Rot - from the inside - there's a parasite within my mind
Die - and be left - on the shores of Oblivion!

I'm sick of it all!
Infested with the plague!

I nurture these phrases with blood from my soul
A sickening taste, yet for once and for all
These bastards will lay me in chains of regret
But this is my hate hymn they can never forget

Onwards, chaos, rapture, hellbound!

The ignorance of destiny may just about part ways with me
I'm suffering - existing - and struggling for liberty

Calling the name of the plague in the dark
Igniting a long lost and long buried spark

The truth is a lie and the sacred profane
Venomous snakes tangling flesh to the bane
To fight is the cure for a life without meaning
Don't fear the night and the secrets it's bearing

Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick - and infested!
Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick - sick and infested!

Sick And Infested

Tear me up
Rip apart my flesh and taste my blood for they will
Haunt and search
Cthonic chaos omens of the bygone made me
Realize
For the beginning of the end is imminent
Call to arms
Torn from the sphere of this grey reality

Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate

I raise the flag of rebellion in the mighty
Hailstorm blows
Lead the pack into this morbid black
Dominion
All arise!
Cannons strike the giant signs of our legions
Metal hordes
We're the rising fire to devour all weakness

Can't face me? Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate

We live in the ages of perdition
We hail all the idols of submission
How is this a life, where in singular devotion
You fail to resist, to resist emotion?

We feast on the remains of the fallen
And dream of the heroes long forgotten
How vain is this bath in bloody ashes
Torn apart by word 'til the world collapses

Screams - silent words from the pit of revelation
Bitterness is the price of adoration
Look at yourself - and tell me what you see
Is this being one with you - or one with me?

From the apex of this torn world I shall make them
Hear the screams
Leave behind the misery and know no fear we're
Warriors
Hold our heads up high while they all fail to see and
Realize
This is not a fucking game and our dead world is
Not the prize

Can't face us? Can't face this life?
Can't face yourself? Can't face them?
Violence - bereft from disguise
Torn apart - between hate and hate

The empires have fallen
The path has been chosen
The lives have been wasted
The core of rebellion - an unknown deception - no reasons to die for a cause that will fail
The will of a million - the voice of seduction - a falling ideal just like hammer on nail
Behold - and see - a fire is rising!

Until the world collapses I stand on high ground
I walk the fields of chaos, and feast off the sound
Brutality - insanity - the curses on my kind
Yet I have seen so many
things their minds will never, never find

The price of this life
A moment of illumination
A fire that purges the strife
The nausea of nothingness

Omens and symbols - the signs in the skies
Have never showed me destiny - they only showed me lies
The price of freedom is the pain of aching heart and sense
This rising fire conquers all - a broken world to cleanse!

A broken world to cleanse - to cleanse!

Until The World Collapses

Machines at your service
The future is near
A trembling rebellion
The slaves of despair

The cruelty of mankind
A vision to come
The bitter solution
Remade and undone

The primeval howling
The stench of the beast
They’re seething and searching
On which flesh to feast

For all the decisions
In their spectral fate
Are toxic incisions
Of undying hate

Walk under the banner of spastic decay
Kill in the name of a vision so frail
March under the scepter of wrath and regret
Erasing every trace of the living and dead

Mechanic alliance – geared for the war
The fight that will fester from mountain to shore
A legion will raise the corruptions of old
And bring upon Gaia a torment untold

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion – of genocide
Bringers of the End!

The smoke it infests
What is left of the past
What’s cold and what rests
In the shivering dust

A fear of extinction
A pulse of decay
The fathomed castration
With zero delay

The infernal fires
The chaos and war
One step from the dreamtides
Fulfilled by the gore

Indulge in the putrid
Cathartic pogrome
And place your last bid
On your withering home

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion of genocide
Bringers of the End!

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion - of genocide
Bringers of the End!

Once the fire started - I climbed the domains
Of what chaos made mankind - to call their remains
This world was burning long enough, but I feared the betrayal
That the blessing of my solitude was whispering so frail

Bound to the silence!

In the pyres smouldering, my longing for hope
The burnt stench of disfigurement, of iron and rope
Before my eyes the hemlock cup, from which we gladly quench
The neverending, perverse thirst for rape, death, and revenge

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion of genocide
Bringers of the End!

Preachers - of bloodshed
Craftsmen – of death
Batallion - of genocide
Bringers of the End!

Bringers Of The End

Next gig: Last Concerts at the Malibu, 28 February 2026, Wangenstrasse 152, CH-3018 Bern, Switzerland, 20:00

Progressive Death Metal band from Bern, Switzerland.

Contact us: contact.angerindefeat@gmail.com