As the rottening coffin of black metal is carried to its grave, AO is the lamentations, the piss upon the gravestone and the defiling of the corpse. Yet, the resurrected hand striving upwards through the maggot-infested soil to claim, reclaim and proclaim its glorious rebirth. Detached from the diluted, human main road that black metal today is treading, AO tramples a new, yet familiar and orthodox path in the darkest and most overgrown, forgotten of terrains. No human cultivation but cultivation in the absolute sense of the Word.