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Corpse Fortress

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articsky powerful solidarity fuck love your enemies turn your cheek.. Favorite track: Prosector.
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Pim Latuny This is doom sludge metal as it is intended to be. Dirty, crusty and ridden with punky mold. An outstanding effort in dark thorny depravity. Favorite track: Nasty, Brutish.
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TedWeeks As soon as i started seeing ads for Corpse Fortress in January ive been hyping this album,even checked the leaks had to get this on highlighter vinyl,cd and digital download immediately after i heard Hikikimori for the first time.this album exceeded all expectations heavy,raw,gritty and the best Dc has to offer.definitely has my vote for album of the year
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Horror-obsessed, underground cult ILSA weave together tales of depravity and devil worship on their Relapse debut Corpse Fortress. Recorded by Kevin Bernsten (Full of Hell, Code Orange, Magrudergrind, Integrity) in Baltimore, MD at Developing Nations, Corpse Fortress is nine tracks forged in filth with dense layers of emotionally draining sludge, murky, primordial doom and feedback-laden, crusty death metal. Corpse Fortress is easily the rawest, most abhorrent and nasty album in ILSA’s 10-year career and the perfect soundtrack for the initiated miscreants of this rapidly dying orb.

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released March 2, 2018

2018 Relapse Records
www.relapse.com
www.relapserecords.bandcamp.com

Joshy-Drums
Orion-Vocals
Brendan-Guitar
Sharad- Bass
Tim-Guitar

Lead guitar on Long Lost Friend by Lasse Pyykkö
Additional vocals on Old Maid by KC Oden

Recorded at Developing Nations, Baltimore MD by Kevin Bernsten
Mastered at Audiosiege by Brad Boatright

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Ilsa Washington D.C., D.C.

Formed in 2008, Washington, D.C.’s ILSA has wasted no time in spreading its unique brand of cloying, compelling and crusty death/doom throughout the underground and beyond. Ever since the release of its debut full-length 'The Maggots Are Hungry' (Odium Generis Humani), ILSA has produced nearly one effort every year. The band has shown just as much ambition on the live circuit as well. ... more

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Track Name: Hikikomori
Spend my life
In low lit rooms
Nursing sour beer

Lean on wet travertine
Take another sip
I’ll tell you the gist

I’m a hermit in the city
Heavy Metal Hikikomori
Soaked in sludge
Hair down to my knees

Can’t remember
What was I thinking
A past that’s mystery
Lost in works routine

Crushed pride
Depersonalized
Egodystonic misery

Not somebody,
A body
Ripped seams
Stiches sagging

Ill lay it on you
Loose my tongue
To noose my neck

Nothing gets easier
Than giving up
The beat goes on
Harder through the years

So always watch
When others look away
Scrutinize each hand
Cause they’re all dealt
From the bottom of the deck

You can’t win any way
Should you refuse to play

You lose
Eliminated

I’m a hermit in the city
Heavy Metal Hikikomori
Track Name: Nasty, Brutish
Nasty brutish
Far too long
One day closer to the end

Nasty brutish
Far too long
How fortunate for us all

Long may they sneer
Never give them satisfaction
Long may they leer
Let’s be who we are
And crush this fucking world

Acid burning
Iron breath
Acrid yearning
Taste of death

No funeral
Empty your pockets
Reach for the sky

No funeral
Say your prayers
Prepare to die

Nasty brutish
Far too long
One day closer to the end

Nasty brutish
For too long
How fortunate for us all

So long may they sneer
Never give them satisfaction

Long may they leer
Let’s be who we are
And crush this fucking world

Acid burning
Iron breath
Acrid yearning
Taste of death

No funeral
Empty your pockets
Reach for the sky
No funeral
Say your prayers
Prepare to die
Track Name: Cosmos Antinomos
Bear me on broad back,
Chiron,
Sprint across skies
Buzz alongside

Ah-Muzen Cab
Xunan Cab
Yum Chimil

Feed me
For I must eat
Not born of sun and cloud

Feed me
Innards of lions
Wild swine
The marrow of she-wolves bones

Ah-Muzen Cab
Xunan Cab
Yum Chimil

Teach me
Mastery
Beast I am
Easy prey
To petty reactions
Angry recourse

Cross deserts of ice
Aten and Apophis shining
At all points
Of inaccessibility

We'll burrow deep
Down age-old snow
To write our names
In the golden book

Show me your
circles of violence
That I may stand
still and unmoving
As arrows jet
In all directions

Ah-Muzen Cab
Xunan Cab
Yum Chimil
Chiron
Fly with me my friends
Track Name: Prosector
Stuck in the Land
Of the blind
And the one-eyed king

Mobs amass
Together to serve
The will of another

Willful ignorance
Baleful boredom's
Alchemical bliss

We bestow
Immunity
To kill with
Impunity

Justice delayed
Justice denied
Systematic
Suicide

Man is a master
Of deception

Duplicitous
Parsimonious
Turnspit hound

Ever-consummate
Capitalist
Ever-compassionate
Christian

So slow to forgive
Yet quick to forget
The sins of thine own

Swearing paupers’ oaths
Each night before
Your trundle beds

Blood, bud and crud

Nothing gets done
Without sacrifice

Couldn't beat them
Now it’s too late
Too late join

Stuck in the land
Of the blind
And the one-eyed king
Track Name: Old Maid
They called her evil
Hung her from a tree
Mistook her medicine
For wicked sorcery

Wiley old woman
With no family of her own
To Hell with Christians
May they reap what they have sown

For weeks her captors held her
In a dungeon dark and damp
Her body broken
Thumbs pulverized by clamps

Yet her mind was strong
For no wrong had she done
She feared not life or death
Her purpose became one:

Reject the teachings of a greedy perverse church
Spreading subordinance and lies of virgin birth
She'd taught the secrets of the forests, seas and skies
The cycles of the moon
And all the earth provides

Captured when her heathen home was raided
Turned in by the villagers she'd aided
And when they took her
To the oak tree where she'd hang
She raised her bloodied head
In crystal voice she sang,

"Dīs Pater, Spirits of the dead,
I fear not what awaits
For just’s the life I’ve lead
May your guilt
Live deep within your blood
May stress and cancers blossom
As a flower buds!"

Now we wonder where the worlds magic has gone
We search the continents for some truth to hang on
But I know we've lost much knowledge once possessed
Burned, broken, hung,
By Christ our Lord suppressed
Burned, broken, hung
Let Jesus' will be done
Track Name: Long Lost Friend
SATAN,
ORO TE,

SATAN,
PRO ARTE
A TE SPERO

SATAN,
TER ORO TE,
OPERA PRAESTRO

SATAN,
TER ORO TE,
REPARTO OPES

SATOR
AREPO
TENET
OPERA
ROTAS

PATER SATAN,
ORO TE

NOSTER SATAN,
ORO TE
Track Name: Ruckenfigur
Past forests of rotting men
And the Hall of Fire
From the seaside
To these mountains high

Life flows
Colossal
Pits, peaks
Craggy eaves

Of ancient age
Or violent change

Wind whips
Black coattails cleaved
Back turned
In human rebellion

Rückenfigur
Frozen silhouette
Rückenfigur
Scars the aspect
Rückenfigur
Survey the lands
Rückenfigur
Wild and unplanned

Wind whips
Visage obscured
Powerfully posed
Inhuman rebellion

The darkness of thought
Allows little light

Better to hold
Fast to the void

Immeasurable distance
Dizzying depths
Time's beautiful labors
Unconquered
Defiance

There is poverty
In personal perspectives
False reality's
Traps allude

Willful ignorance
Painful indifference
Pedantic inquiries
Studious scrutiny

Neither beauty
Nor power
Need false ideals

The darkness of thought
Allows little light

Better to hold
Fast to the void

Better to hold on
Fast to the void

Life flows
Cyclical
Cliffs, pits,
Craggy eaves
Of ancient age
And violent change

Rückenfigur
Frozen silhouette
Rückenfigur
Scars the aspect
Rückenfigur
Boldly stands
Rückenfigur
Surveys the lands
Track Name: Polly Vaughn
Come all you young fellows
That carry a gun
I’ll have you come home
By the light of the sun

For Jimmy was hunting
And hunting alone
When he shot his true love
In the room of a swan

Polly went out in a shower of hail
She crept to the bushes
Herself to conceal
With her apron pulled o'er her
He took her for a swan
He aimed, he fired,
And killed his Polly Vaughn

Then home rushed young Jimmy,
His dog, and his gun
Crying, "Uncle, dear Uncle,
Oh, what have I done?
Oh, cursed be the gunsmith
That made my old gun
For I shot my true love,
In the room of a swan!"

Then out rushed bold uncle
His locks hanging grey
Crying, "Jimmy dear Jimmy,
Don't you run away,
Don't leave the county
Till your trials come on,
For they never would hang you,
For shooting a swan."

The funeral of Polly, it was a brave sight
Four and twenty young men
All dressed in white
They brought her to the graveyard
Laid her in the grave
All said, "Goodbye Polly!"
And went weeping away.

In six weeks time
The trial was on
And Polly appeared
In the room of a swan
Crying, "Judge, oh Jury,
Let Jimmy go clear
For he never should hang
For shooting his dear!
My apron was bound around me
And he took me for a swan,
And my poor heart lay a'bleeding
All on the wet, green ground
Track Name: Drums of Dark Gods
The darkening sky
Long forgotten
A final memory

Of the light

Surface of Neptune
Forest of black
These depths of the sea

Soul shredding
Serration of solitude

In the jaws of Leviathan

Rhythms thunder
through eternal silence

Ensnared in thorns
Entombed in stone
Ensnared
Entombed

From the jaws
Of Leviathan
The drums of Dark Gods
The drums of Dark Gods

Beneath waves
of indignation
Electric pulsing
Currents buzz

Imminent burning
Paralysis
On fire

The dread
The pulling
The push

Rhythms thunder
through eternal silence
Soul shredding
Serration of solitude

Terror unending
Torture unrelenting
The apocalypse
Alone

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