
A grim, torturous battery for the forlorn, which stabs at thee straight from Hell’s heart. Neither hope nor light dwells in the Ante-Inferno: only lamentations of the lost, fanned by the flames of burning souls. From the frost-bitten climes of North Yorkshire we came, wielding hate and vice in equal degree. We are the essence of true, English black metal. We are Ante-Inferno.
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Shadowed Waters
A Lullaby To A Dying World
Nightmares of the Eschaton
Fane
Absence
Transcendence
Passing
No Light Till Life's End
Geilt
Celestial Mirage