- We did not plan or control the making of any of these sonic manifestations nor make any conscious efforts on its spoken tongue. It all just flowed from us, at the same time from the possession of the ancient anti-god Råvaskeith. The recording was done in the moment, spontaneously during the winter of 2022 at Nightsky Studios.

When we gather our conscious minds disappear and the spirits to which we were called possess our astral fluid, thus controlling our moves and upheaving the ancient hatred through the tools of our corporeal extensions. This is a very rapturous experience, as it is when we gather for the invoking rituals. If this music sounds inhuman to you, then you are correct. Just by playing the album in your speakers, you are opening the eyes of the other side to peer right into you... and you feel that as the music rages on. These songs all come from a collective, as the lyrics spill forth as warnings from Råvaskeith.

We gather together in this form only so often to spit forth this human way of expanding the mind and soul. Our inhuman souls are constantly colliding together on the astral level intertwining, and inspiring each other, hence all these songs come forth naturally as a combined unity of power and conviction. No one person creates, we all just flow. We do not handle things as normal human men can comprehend. It is hard for me to explain... This music just IS... as we just ARE...

At the moment I.C.E. is 4 weapons/vessels for Råvaskeith (Mammoth, Bleak, IceSickKill and Blissered) but we are still just ONE force no matter how many vessels are currently being used by the ancient apocalyptic anti-god. It could be 2 one day, or 5 or 6 the next depending on the needs of the specific invocation ritual. There are no "people" or "band" members. We were each individually beckoned to give up our futile and pathetic human lives and to travel north and strip our mortal flesh naked into the freezing wastelands of arctic snow. We were each drawn north for possession, to become entombed in the crystalline hypothermia, and cast upon the great Blizzard shrine to become one with Råvaskeith and become the chosen astral gateway keepers (chosen to invoke the return to glacial doom). Together we are intertwined as one unstoppable force, the freezing breath of Råvaskeith, all acting as one for the obliteration of all mankind.

- The artwork was created by another human servant of ours who goes by the name of VisualDarkness. The artwork and photo of ourselves represents the pathway we live. The clothing we wear simply conceals us amongst the vast frozen landscape during our communions. We need not be disturbed by any who may spot our ritual gatherings. Most often we are led to deep hidden caverns below the glacial frost, but we also need open and vast snow covered flats to perform invocations with the winds of the arctic banshees. Also, these cloaks and masks conceal and hide our now sunken and frozen bodies... hideous are flesh as become through the transformation that we have endured. We feel nothing and our blood now pumps sheer ice. Our masks further conceal not only our sunken flesh, but any symbolic reference to our once human identities, while instilling the cold, bleak and blank face of the crystalline spirit on the tips of our features for all humans to reflect upon. Humans put so much importance on the flesh molded features of a face and corporeal extensions. In the dead cold, all such things shatter off in the convulsing chills of truth and true power. The lyrics speak of this in more depth, and are spoken through us during our possessions. They are merely warnings of hatred and wrath from the great orbital Råvaskeith.

- We are all responsible for this violent creation we have summoned. We keep hearing the reoccurring words of "black metal" whenever we speak to inquiring humans. We only create what comes through us while possessed by our specific astral anti-gods. Those who still dwell within the strain of the frozen bleak light and crystalline nebulae. If there are some forces within your world who produce similar soundscapes and sonic summonings then they are among those who instinctively feel the pull of the great orbital Råvaskeith. Beyond the evil veil of mortal "black", there is a more painful dimension of pure blinding and piercing bleak white.

We have no inspirations other than the force that drives us, and bends our minds and wills to the blinding hypothermic power of the ancient. We speak the truth with our music, preparing the frozen apocalypse and raising Råvaskeith is a very time consuming thing, and takes many years... but our link to our human lives is still buried within us... and so perhaps our human talents and inspirations of the past have surged to create this album for the masses, as a taunting spit in the eye of humanity.

Before we took it upon ourselves to take the jump and move to the wilderness of the north – feeling the pull of the great orbital Råvaskeith, we were all musicians as humans... outcasts... different. I suppose that the powers we inherited through our astral communions, may have influenced our talents even more so, giving us even more power. All of our senses and abilities are constantly growing stronger, and the cold emptiness prepares us for the time, when we will be given the final power to raise the beasts, and bring the rightful unity of cold white emptiness to the universe once more.

- You can expect an avalanche of concaving pain within your brain and soul, the voice and sonic hatred of the almighty Råvaskeith will spill forth and enter your solar plexus with a convulsing violent thrust, taking control of all your corporeal limbs and motions. The whirlwind blizzard of screaming and violent thrashing will encase your thoughts with the imagery of what will come of your pathetic human frail existence, and the murdered blood cries of your loved ones. The End will come in blinding white and snow...

Such glimpses of the frozen apocalypse that you will experience at Hellfest will leave you subconsciously begging for more, knowing: YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE... THE END IS NEAR... Cosmic, cold and ancient, the chaos gods of ICE shall return to rule once more!!!

You will see the passion, feel the truth, and as the floor rumbles and the screamings ensue... embrace the horror and know that indeed, Råvaskeith will rise and conquer! And everyone will perish in ICE!

Of course we are glad to open the doors of truth to the ears of the contemptable human race... let them know of their oncoming demise... there is more pain and fear that way (unlike the wild animals who are oblivious to the approaching apocalypse). This is why we have gathered to create these mortal soundscapes, to have those who instinctively feel the ever rising pull of the orbital Råvaskeith, to rejoice in the return to old, and prepare for death with open arms, while we scorn and blaspheme the ignorant and childish, hope filled human race with hatred.

Such touring would be an ideal way to gather these open eyes and create an even greater magnetic pull of the distant white matter crystal fields, but at the same time our work must be done. It takes many years and much time and painstaking sacrifice to channel the correct astral wave for the ancient Råvaskeith to manifest from. We were called for a reason, and that goal must be achieved.

Perhaps on our travels from northern pole to southern, and vice versa, while continuing the aurora alignment rituals we might feel the engraved human plight to perhaps appear at a gathering or two, as we have taken such time to record this album, but only the passage of time shall tell.

- We believe that Debemur Morti Productions and their followers have the heart of I.C.E. within them. A deep calling from the ONE. The continual chanting of the Astral Frost Invocation has brought us back, so we shall bestow more shivering war chants upon the world. The nihilistic death obsessed flock of Debemur Morti contacted us so that they may assist in the opening of the archaic veil. It is working out nicely. All of these releases are favorites in the eyes of the frozen banshee lords of white death, because they all spread the message of Råvaskeith further throughout this doomed earth.

- This idea has been presented to us, but we shall see how things develop. Capturing our communion summoning rituals may be a difficult task for our human servants to achieve, considering the extreme cold temperatures they would have to endure.

- After years of spreading the message of hopeless frozen extinction upon the earth in 2003, we felt the instinctual call of Råvaskeith to return our bodies to a hibernative state within the arctic, while our astral energies were displaced onto other distant planets and within four alternate entities, (spreading the cold white death further amongst the stars in our alternate life form shells).

The repetitive howling shrieks of the loyal mortal servants below, have opened the archaic portal and reanimated I.C.E. once more to reign again over Earth. We have been revived and have arisen from our tomb once more to destroy all life as you know it under an endless blanket of ice and snow. We will continue to pummel this earth for as long as Råvaskeith commands, and plans are already underway for a 3rd sonic manifestation communion ritual sometime next year.

- The great Råvaskeith, who came before all, and who will END all, is universally cold (as is all lifeless energy within the cavern of frozen emptiness). The return to ICE and the return to the bleak kingdom of snow is a natural circle of evolution. Your human existence only came to life, because of the clash of a chaotic starburst, and like it's rebellion to truth will soon implode on itself to join once again with the cold empty space of frozen origin.

The bitterness of the cold is the last and highest sensation existing life will have the pleasure/displeasure of comprehending. Beyond that, when the spirits of the ancient Råvaskeith tumble forward and each planet within each solar system is engulfed in frozen death, then the real I.C.E., and the real cold begins, beyond your concept of snow and subzero temperatures... will come an unfathomable universe of blinding white space and frozen emptiness. Thy kingdom come!