Polarizing and compromising
i cannot see the signs of any
inconsistency

Involving ignorance
and guilty innocence
do not feel conflicting to
the safetyness i need

Rational phantasy
and angry sympathy
are the usual places
where i get down to believe

Peaceful violence and deafening silence
are the tools of my trade, the tools of my trade
Mute agression, dispassionate obsession
are my modes to operate, my modes to operate

I reign with all empathy and hate
strike down my enemies with grace
I rule with meek and mellow fist
I am the gentle extremist

Nobody feels like me
Nobody feels like me

All the world has different sides, i decide to choose my side
People mostly vote for kings, i'd like to vote just for myself
They all walk up beaten paths, i turn around and walk my way

I reign with all empathy and hate
strike down my enemies with grace
i rule with meek and mellow fist
i am the gentle extremist

Debut

The Gentle Extremist

Stormy oceans, fearsome winds and all the sails are torn
As Ligeia chants and baits
She sends a message in a bottle that reads "Come to me"
And temptation rears its goddamn ugly head

Old habits reappear again
Oblivious to the sense of guilt
And once again the wrecking ball
Tears down the house that reason built

Hard to say what's right when all you want to do is wrong
For Ligeia woos and pleads
Her seductive smile so overpowering and strong
And she offers everything your sore mind needs

Old habits reappear again
Oblivious to the sense of guilt
And once again the wrecking ball
Tears down the house that reason built

To give in is to create your own worst enemy
Who will drown you, spit you out and stab your back
To give in is the first sin that will lead to your descent
Into the crave, into the grave, into the black

Just remember
Your will

To give in is to create your own worst enemy
Who will drown you, spit you out and stab your back
To give in is the first sin that will lead to your descent
Into the crave, into the grave, into the black

Craveyards

No way out

Freedom's just another word for something out of reach
When you're enslaved to the sick grind
If you pretend to lead this life by your own choice
You're like a blind leading the blind

What's left of life?
You still could quit
But you're all too weak
Even now as you're done
You must admit
There’s no way to quit

Eat, sleep, work and act like this is a fuckin' joy
And kill your libertine within
All work hard and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Until the outrage mode sets in

What's left of life?
You still could quit
But you're all too weak
Even now as you're done
You must admit
There’s no way to quit
There’s no way to quit
There’s no way to quit

Turns To Rage

Come With

Four guys from Hamburg/Germany playing heavy music from the heart.

Florian Petersen - vocals
Björn Ahrens - guitar
Andreas Twisselmann - bass
Sharif Nayel - drums

THE ART OF HAVOC

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