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.
Guest Informant / Fall, The
BTNHRessurrection / Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Waiting By The Wayside / Discount
Eyes Of A Stranger / Thunderstone
Santa`s Reindeer Ride / Amy Grant
Fuck Battlin / D-12 f Bugz
Matchbox / Beatles, The
My Posse`s on Broadway / Sir Mix-A-Lot
Body Slam / Estradasphere
Shadows of The Night / Dead Moon
Ohne Dich / Zeraphine
