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Mamorlis

by Mamorlis

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XUN
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XUN Just impressed how excellent and authentic this record sounds. It's just like 1980s again! It's made with huge love of heavy doom metal legends! So much passion in vocals! I give it a ten epicus out of ten doomicus! Pure metallicus nostalgia! Favorite track: Mamorlis.
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mangy_scots_git Some powerful and authentic-sounding old school heavy doom metal. If you like it old school, it doesn't get better than this. Favorite track: Mountain of the Crouching Beast.
Margin Snail
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Margin Snail True, epic metal performed to perfection. This album sounds organic and soulful, forged of the same stuff as the oldschool greats. I recommend this if you like your vocals soaring, music that tells its own story and instruments clear in the mix. This is a rare breed of mythic, mountainous metal for sure. Favorite track: Mamorlis.
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1.
Cú Chulainn 05:29
A chariot, men and horses, ride two by two Sétanta hound of Ulster drives his foes through Airu Single combat or with a nation, his long spear it gleams In a spasm his sinews like reeds in a stream At seven he'd slain Chulainn's hound with a stone Took his place and begged make the King's arms his own Who took arms that day would have eternal fame A life cut short; his soul become flame Chorus My terror and fury will drive them all through the glen I'll build a wall with the corpses of horses and men Sucking an eye back into my skull so deep The other eye: it dangles along my cheek The cattle raid of Cuaille men of Connacht he'd smote Killing all on his lone in The Táin Bó was wrote Queen Medb had invaded to steal Donn Cúailnge For months the fords of Cuaille heard Cú Chulainn's steel clang He lie on the ground dying from his wounds Naught could save him, Druid Magic, nor mystic runes Healing his son, Lugh the god Chulainn's hound burst forth in a vengeful riastrad Chorus Nechtan Scéne boasts of the Ulsters he'd slain His three sons join the nether when he enters the foray Gone into frenzy, his own land he goes to raze Friend or foe standing before him; his wrath goes uncontained The women bare their breasts, averting his gaze Wrestling into barrels boiling water with his rage Sent to the Fort of Shadows, Isle of Skye Denied the Lady Emen He bids his land goodbye His enemies conspired in Cú Chulainn’s defeat Breaking the geasa, he feasts the dogs meat Lugaid armed with three spears to fling Slaying Láeg, Liaith Macha, The Hound, all three Kings Even in death, his foes watched in dread When a raven mounts his shoulders, Lugaid takes his head The hero's light fades His sword arm did swing On his final journey Lugaid's right hand he would bring Chorus
2.
Asterion 05:14
Portals and chambers and halls with no end Eternally bound to the garden maze The labyrinth: This realm, perhaps made by myself I've ventured a time, returning that eve Children cried, people fled, gathered stones meant for me One poor soul fled beneath the sea Half a man, half a bull, made of godly seed Called mad, misanthrope An arrogant being Touring my grounds, I charade with my guest Another Asterion Courts, mangers, cisterns, fountains Infinite in number, yet I know them all I charge as bull, tumble to the ground I hurl from a rooftop bloodied and bashed Nine men come to slay me every ninth year I'll use their dead forms to furnish my rooms I hear another nine in search of their prey I beg this time that my redeemer has come Rising from the dust to send me from this place If only I could hear all of the rumblings of the world
3.
Face down in a paddy, playin’ dead for two days Good ol’ boys found me From the dead I raise Get the fuck up We headin' to the hill You've got some more god damn commies to kill NVA forces are bunkered underground A fitting place for Charlie's grave mound Strap on a flak vest, there's no time to rest These Red rice farmers are fucking with the best All my buddies gettin' thrown to the grinder like a calf Seen a Type 92 cut a man in half Top brass send in orders with no qualm Take down their cover with a wave of napalm Inchin’ and crawlin’ our way up the grade One hole at a time with flames and grenades Bodies strewn, blown apart, never going home A hole in a face Another mind blown The bastard's numbers weren't anticipated I trip on a kid, limbs gone and decapitated Pickin' up his mags, I wipe my face of the grime It's about time for some more war crimes None of us could know if they were good men or bad When you kill a man you take away any chance he ever had If I live, if I die, with my friends its just as well I'll carry on the fight, and see you commies in hell VIET FUCKIN' NAM
4.
The Pehliva 05:03
The Pehliva, on a great hunt Rode his mare to Samangan Rostam’s steed was snared For he awakened and Rakhsh was gone How could he stand against the Turks And how could he traverse the desert alone He ventured to rid these thieves heads from their trunks And such he swore that great oath The power and might of Keriman The stature of Sam, son of Neriman The only soldier who would raise his mace The Leopard and the Lion he was of their race Soothed by the words of the King Rostam was gifted with wine and song The king’s own daughter called Tahmina would return the horse to whom it belonged He’d leave her with an heir and entrust him with a jewel To adorn the one who one day would rule Chorus The power and might of Keriman The stature of Sam, son of Neriman The only soldier who would raise his mace The Leopard and the Lion he was of their race A fight to the death that in no way could be won For the two that combated were father and son Such it was his son was doomed The child of prowess that had fallen in his bloom Sohrab had fully grown With the strength that matched Rostam’s own Leading an army to Zabulistan Taking cities, castles, all in the land Sohrab challenged his father he’d thought Yet Rostam gave not his name, and the boy he knew not All found the child to live up to his boasts For days and nights fought the mightiest of the hosts Shivering spears, turning swords to saws Arrows, clubs, maces, weapons them all Two matched in power, yet fate would make one no more Rostam called for strength to defeat his foe Beholding the jewel that lie on his breast A father knew the one that he’d laid to rest He made a great fire, torching all that he owned His tent, armour, skins The appurtenance of his throne He came like the thunder, and vanished like the wind Perchance it is written they would meet above again Tossing black earth in her face Tahmina’s own hair she tore She burned Sohrab’s home and gave away all of his treasures to the poor When she could bear the pain no more Following her child, her soul went forth Chorus
5.
Mamorlis 05:15
“Hawkwind, I have the amulet! Trebor be pleased!” The last words I recall I’ve slumbered in an endless torment My power lost with my amulet With no sight my fingers scrape a familiar sign Specters, goblins, ghouls lend their powers to replace mine Imprisoned in this tomb, no mere mortal Milwa be cast I ascend a hidden portal “Look amidst the roots of the world, For the truth lies in words burled Seek The Nyin to travel the void,” Kadorto: false god be destroyed! A pyramid, catacombs, death of a thousand cuts A temple of painted dreams Coloured blades the true path shut Minions slain, fighting on through endless skirmish Until my wits be tested in a whirling dirvish Chorus Priests, Mages, Knights, all doers of good Attacking, daring the will of my brood Like a babe, I cry out to my throng Whose power lies in shadow where we belong Emron bellows, “Look amidst the roots of the world, For the truth lies in words burled Seek The Nyin to travel the void,” For a false god I've vowed be destroyed Creatures of light and dark face in a cube and maze The Holy Grenade blasts me to the castle I've come to raze The Breath of Life and Nyin guide through a Void, The Tree of Sephiroth With The Kris of Truth in paw I slash the veil of a false god Chorus Tiltowait, Mamorlis, Talismans and Bone Bells The Winged Boots, Arabic scrawls, lead to The Gates of Hell "Werdna...where are you? I come for you My revenge is almost at hand I almost have you Now... ...You... ...Are... ...MINE!"
6.
A half dozen riders No gods, no masters Their two wheeled wives all riding in group Called dregs, bums, losers, boozers Together no bastards could stomp out these brutes Not slaves, or Mongols Nor fallen Angels Six riders in black Drifting through shit-hole town to town Finding respite in fields to broken down shacks To live, to ride, to fight day by day These brothers knew no other way Not one day of peace when seen derelict Fists and chains to the jaw they’d respect Knifed with bottles, shattered bones, tokens of extreme Tearing down the joint with their bikes beam by beam They searched for a killer through desert plains, mountain pass Knowing their fate lie in pools of blood and gas Thor and his so called master race Their brother's killers were now giving chase Howling like beasts from two miles back Outnumbered they stop for the final attack Forming a phalanx of overturned bikes An engulfing circle of flares, flames lights The six black riders, all for one, one for all If this day be their last then together they'd fall Stabbing and slashing, knives, chains and bats, Pistol whipped in the face A blood oozing gash Knocked from the saddle with a rock to the skull Scalped with a switch, tearing it whole A blade through the jaw Bullet riddled leather A growing field of dead Bodies mangled Hacked in two A fat tire peels out on a head Biting and clawing Gouging out eyes The Vargrs and the six would meet their demise Down the hill roared Thor with a lit stick in fist Jumping over their bikes to explode in their midst
7.
Ramirez 05:32
Of demons or of men; he could not perish Save his first death which led to the prize Lives, loves he could not cherish His true being in disguise Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez Quick of hand, quick of tongue How many heads his blade had taken When the western world was young? At Plataea he’d marched for Spartan kind To a clifftop he was bade The Kurgan defeated for a time Sent from the edge and shattered his blade The vilest of foes swore Take Ne to slay They’d meet again at Babylonian gates Escaping by sea with his head that day To be The One they chased their fates He’d heard of a man from Celtic hills In league with the devil; clubbed and stoned His clan had set his blood to spill Angus did not one stone throw The Highlander he’d learned had been banished From the deadly stroke his life did not end From the people he’d vanished The Quickening would find him His master, his friend Teaching the price of immortality Begging McLeod leave his life behind From the pain of loss he’d wished him freed His true path The Quickening, The Gathering To parry and thrust with ease and might The knowledge of all would be his to give To lose his head his only plight No fear of death but fear to live Hunting the clansman in darkness thick For one slain before yet had not died The Kurgan burst inward through wood and brick An old adversary instead inside McLeod nowhere to be seen They cast their words of gloat Their swords in fire sheened Ramírez swung and cut his throat Slashing and dodging up the stairs Casting walls of stone aside Blades streaking lightning on grisly glares A tempest matching their fury outside Ramírez run through One head nearer his goal His teacher, his friend, from the world had gone His essence trapped in The Kurgan’s soul Masamune’s steel would be carried on Of demons or men; he could not perish Save his first death, which led to the prize Lives, loves he could not cherish His true being in disguise Juan Sánchez Villalobos Ramírez Quick of hand and tongue How many heads his blade had taken When the western world was young?

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The first run of CDs are now sold out...however a handful of cassettes remain and more can be found in Europe at:
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released August 21, 2019

Rooster: Guitar
Mat Madani: Guitar
Alex Noce: Drums, vocals
Brian Rush: Bass

Artwork by GF Watts
Mixed by Pale Magus Productions
Mastered by On Air Mastering
Recorded at Maniac Mansion in Portland, OR

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Mamorlis Portland, Oregon

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Alex Noce
Mat Madani
Rooster
JD Davis
Scott DeRosia

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