In a forgotten quadrant of a collapsed industrial cosmos, a lone Furnace stands—silent, inert, and half-buried beneath layers of frost and silence. Once the blazing heart of a divine machine, a god-engine that fed entire systems with its impossible heat, it now lingers in exile from creation. Its chambers echo with the remnants of power long extinguished, and its veins of iron and ash whisper of a time when stars were forged by human hands. Now, only cold wind moves through the skeletal structures that surround it. The air hums with residual static, and faint pulses of warmth tremble beneath the ice—like the last breath of something vast that refuses to die. The Furnace dreams of fire, and through that dream, the listener is drawn inward—to the memory of machinery, to the ghost of industry, to the echo of worship once offered to engines and smoke. A Cold Furnace is an exploration of decay in the mechanical divine: a descent into the hollow remains of forgotten creation. Layered drones and metallic reverberations trace the contours of rusted cathedrals, while frozen tonal currents breathe life into the ruins. The sound drifts between machine and spirit, between entropy and resurrection. In the stillness of this vast frozen system, one truth persists— even the cold remembers the warmth it once destroyed.

At the edge of all mortal roads stands Hekate—the torch-bearing goddess of thresholds, crossroads, and the secret ways beneath the world. In ancient rites, she is the guide through places where the living and the dead overlap, the guardian who alone can grant safe passage or deny it without a word. It is she who holds the kleidouchos, the key to the realms below, and it is she who offers the solitary token required to cross the gates into the underworld. This release follows the listener into the dim glow of her lantern, where reality thins and the familiar dissolves. The soundscape twists through paths once walked by restless shades, where the whispers of the dead cling to stone and the air hums with the weight of ritual. Each track is shaped by the ancient epithets of Hekate—Phosphoros, the Light-Bringer; Chthonia, of the Earth Below; Propylaia, Keeper of the Gate. Drifting drones and cavernous resonance evoke the desolate passages she reveals, while distant percussive echoes mimic the slow, ceremonial tread of those who follow her willingly into the dark. Shadows lengthen, time warps, and the world above fades into a low, trembling memory. This work is an invocation—an auditory descent honoring the goddess who stands between realms. It captures the moment when she turns toward you in the crossroads silence, offers the token of passage, and beckons you forward into the ancient depths where few return unchanged. Recommended for fans of dark ambience, deep drones, and dark soundscapes.

This signing marks a union of kindred spirits, bound by the pursuit of transcendence through sound. Prepare yourselves—for what stirs beneath this covenant will not only be heard, but felt in the deepest abyss of the soul.

In the Abyss of the crucible, She sleeps. Stained in shadows, cleansed by fire. Yet, in Her womb, an astral pulse throbs. The Golden Seed, the adept would claim." Sublimatio Mortis presents ; GHUR, their 3rd full length and most intense and obscure sounding offering to date. A journey to the essence of all. Conjuring chthonic soundscapes and subterranean frequencies through the magical process of sound and vibration. Not for the purpose of multiplying the layers of darkness over an already endarkened world, but to shed some light through the singular methodology of sonic alchemy unique to Sublimatio Mortis.

The Icarus-9 mission was supposed to be humanity’s triumph, a sterile laboratory orbiting in the endless dark. But when Dr. Elias Varn pushed his experimental reactor beyond its limit, something was birthed — a nightmare of twisted flesh and shifting form. It tore through the crew without mercy, rending bone from sinew, turning the pristine decks into a blood-soaked labyrinth. No weapon could kill it, no prayer could drive it away. By the time Elias realized his mistake, there was nothing left but screams lost in the vacuum — and the creature, nesting in the heart of his dying ship.

In the decaying cityscape where shadows stretch like whispers, desolate streets echo with the footsteps of fragile minds fractured by twisted nightmares.

The haunting and atmospheric album from Robert Kozletsky, now featuring newly mastered audio and evocative new artwork. Originally released on cassette through Danvers State Recording, Pulsed in a Dull Glass Bell takes deep inspiration from The Road, a novel by Cormac McCarthy. Translating its stark landscapes and quiet despair into immersive soundscapes that drift between isolation and fragile hope.

"In The Depths of Dreadful Waters & Menacing Seas" is a dark ambient collaboration between Michael D. Tidwell and Henrik Meierkord, inspired by the eerie legends of sea monsters. The album captures the dread and mystery of the ocean's depths through textured drones, dark orchestral tones, and field recordings, evoking the haunting power of ancient creatures lurking beneath the waves.

As the excavation progresses within the being, the gap between the host and the spirit narrows, bridging the space between truth and limbo. A retrospective investigation has uncovered the origin of a black hole that demanded closure. The exploration has been taxing on the explorer, and the closing will require multiple events. The first of these is Răzbunare, with the assistance of beings crossed on the astral trajectory, serves not only to seal the portal but also to retrieve the redeeming factor at the end and to provide rejuvenation and recovery for the explorer. Reunion is imminent.