"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..."

















Sunday, September 1, 2019

The loss is huge in our hearts. /// ...

Cut once, cut twice, cut 666 times
When my dark sanctuary resounds in his voice. I am filled. I'm alive now. Black fragments of consciousness. I am a man made in the image of god. Then why am I failing? Shouldn't I be more perfect? Making no mistake in my life. Life should be in harmony. I should be a spiritual man.
Meanwhile, I'm in this shit. I change in people crying like me.
Crying like me, like me, like me, like me
Does it seem multiple to you?
You start backwards again. You take yourself again and lose it. The loss is huge in our hearts. /// ...


Donation, for the Dark Side of Power! Keep this Label Alive!

Keep the Dark! Keep the Passion. Love me. Love unlimited black. Empty and full space vacuum. Where his voice resounds forever