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.