"We are a label focusing
on depressive ambient or black metal. We are not looking for anything.
Anesthesiologically severe, immersed in deep hypothermia. Where the breath is
already imperceptible. Black, mourning, where we find no reason to inhale and
exhale. Only chemicals and anesthesia. Artificial poisoned and stolen food.
Depressive Black Ambient says: "We poison all the wormy albums by hand. We don't
want factory fumes. We despise all the mass series. Only sinful hands can
coronate the guilt. Hatred pours out with yellow, mangy venom. It is on our
every album. If you take from us, you become a companion in a great mistake in
life. You don't live with us anymore. You feel the mustiness of your rotten
body. Receive, love and hate. Our manual work deserves a coronation. You have
already chosen, so don't live with us. The light went out, I saw darkness,
illuminations of nothing. Emptiness filled my heart. Now I LOVE Myself. Receive
communion with me..."