The temple of Gladivs Records.

Neo-folk, Dark Folk, Pagan Folk, Martial Music and Ambient.

Primordial time of ossuaries — origins and ends — founding sacrifices — mysterium tremendum et fascinans — from darkness toward light…

Eleusis walks with us — we are the cycle before its creation — and from this long, long night… light surges forth… From contraries, from conflict, is born the ineffable march of the World. Where we decipher its symbols… with the One-Eyed.

Cosmic self-unfolding of the world upon itself, our temple is not doctrine, but Ignis : sky, earth and underworld converge within it…

We dance with Kali in a cosmic now upon the sundial where past and future wed in a ritual whose full meaning forever escapes.

We tremble beneath the hammer blows that scar and split the earth : scars are the vessels of the soul… We love with Venus : we bite into the apple as though our eyes were meeting for the last time…

Symbolic opening toward the time of origins. In Illo Tempore — "in that time" — summons ancient vital forces that emerge to awaken in the listener nostalgia, mythical visions, primordial and founding.

An empyrean sky enfolds the listener — not without tension — rooted in musical forms such as Neo-Folk, Dark Folk, Martial Industrial, Ritual Ambient. This axis mundi is no refuge of pure light, but a space where shadow and light dance to the rhythm of ambivalence.

More than a gaze toward an idealized past, more than a monolithic stance, In Illo Tempore explores meditative atmospheres where tradition and modernity interweave : a numinous avant-garde. Here, fossil melodies — immemorial — can fuse with rumblings and hammerings… Telluric and chthonic revelations… There is no single path…

Regeneration, reinterpretations of sacred temporalities in contemporary forms, invocation of ancient archetypes, hierophanic dialogue. In Illo Tempore is driven by a quest for meaning through sonic worlds where history, mythology, spirituality and experimentation intertwine : the eternal dwells alongside modernity, offering introspective and remanent journeys.

A melody, a chord, a rhythm — sources from which ancient times may surge, resonating then in our flesh, like a forgotten code, a key recovered from the ruins of sanctuaries stripped bare by the caprices of time?