I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Wicthes painted me, Like the mysteries created me... Like where the poets breathe, I were woven into blasphemies.
Sangre Hirviendo / Heroes Del Silencio
Накатилась ночь... / Сергей Булгаков
Ты уходишь / Агата Кристи
United Worldwide / Warzone
Correct Me if Im Wrong / Mxpx
Laying On A Bed Of Roses / The Muffs
The Dragon Lies Bleeding / hammerfall
Витязь /
RUNNING HARD / The Renaissance
sometimes it be that way2 / Jewel
