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.
1960 / America
The Wind`s Bride / Dawn Of Dreams
Never Again / Oleander
No Gimmicks / Lord Finesse
Burns And Scars / Swollen Members
Again / Alice In Chains
un carezza in un pugno | guitar pro tab и Mp3 / celentano adriano
Buried / Until The End
Нарисуй этот мир / Александр Марков
Turn It Loose / The Doobie Brothers
We Believe / Ministry
