The second part of the endless series about Moravia called Moravia, Oh Fair Land II offers an even darker descent into the soul of Moravia, which is as addictive as a slightly delirious state after a sip of wine and chewing a lump of mother earth. A visually disjointed pilgrimage focused on the undercurrents of Moravian identity, the echoes of which even Friedrich Nietzsche would not want to hear, for the wine and the cheering are but a husk of violence. The essence of Slovicism and true Slavism may have been almost swept away on the Slovak ziggurat, but the temple of Moravian culture and scholarship produced by AZ kvíz saves the day. Hopefully forever.