Challenging the truth of the very foundations of our existence, might lead us into breaking those axioms and replace them with nothing but a void. A void that is so pleasing and appealing that it's almost impossible to not stare at and, inevitably, walk towards it. Step by step, with our past flashing before our eyes, it drains our senses and gives way to apathy, as we reach the edge.

And so we dive, in a fast free fall down the emptiness, the morning star cast down with nothingness sinking in through every single pore of our body. But right at the close, in the limit near the infinity, we bounce back gracefully numb: we are no-one in nowhere.

Drawing from the raw essence of classic black metal and modern black metal with a synthesis that conjures an intense and evocative atmosphere from the ancient haunting spirit of Mesopotamia, ANZV creates more than music—it builds experiences.

This is the essence of GALLAS: a descent into nihilistic depth where the subconscious is laid bare, and all belief systems are drowned in darkness. We are cursed to endure—not in salvation, but in exile. What once passed for divine mercy now casts us into the netherworld of despair and meaninglessness.

With KUR, ANZV descends even deeper. Infused with the arcane spirit of Mesopotamia and the fury of black metal’s rawest form, the album conjures a realm where ancient rites, death deities, and forgotten truths clash in a storm of sound and shadow. It is a sonic ritual—a metaphysical journey through the gates of the netherworld, where awe, dread, and transcendence await.

This is no mere performance. It is immersion. A confrontation with Apsu—where one stares into nothingness and, perhaps, finds the self-obliterated.

This is music for those who’ve looked into the abyss—and heard it whisper back…