Somehow, a spark of life flickered dully amidst the wastelands where the sun never rises nor sets. Our shades emerged from the mire. We stole through the immaterial plains with our weapons drawn, glinting in the glow cast by the flames of perdition, burning on the horizon. The screaming of the dead turned our flesh white as we dreamed fitfully of the Devil. It was 2017.
Three years later, we found the house, our Fane, our unholy temple and charnel shrine, which bore the world’s beauty and malice into our weary minds still fettered to the abyss. Now, a terrible gateway opens in the sky and we are drawn unwillingly into the vortex, to journey as watchers through the annals of time and history. The horror and helplessness of the modern world clashes with the ancient past, and we bear witness to Antediluvian Dreamscapes as nightmarish as they are vivid and tortuous. The end of all life and the birth of the world are indistinguishable, and all who listen will be morbidly subjected to the harmonious torment of our writhing souls. The hour is come.
Recorded and mixed at HOHM Recording Studio in Yorkshire during the Summer of 2021
All songs written and recorded by Ante-Inferno
Art by Stefan Todorovic