As long as there are supremacies in white robes that sully the memory of the dead, and ram-raids that rip through the flesh of the living, we will believe that these minorities can shatter everything. The ground on which these murderers galvanize their hatred is no longer fertile, arid, soulless. Luckily for us, we still have lots of soil from which our countless dreams can grow. These ten tracks are but a mere sample of the ample dignity we have left.
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