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❝ Dragged out of our preordained patterns, Khanate's territory is fear.
❝ do not expect any mercy... it's cold when I touch you...
❝ Silence, you heard right; silence is a fundamental element in Khanate's songs that intersperse the monolithic chords with endless pauses and surreal silences.
❝ "Clean hands go foul" is evil, just like the other 3 works
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