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.
End Of The Line / camel
Mine, Mine, Mine / Montell Jordan
Shadowlove / iOTA
Vision Of Malice / Malevolent Creation
Сан Саныч / Давид Тухманов
Вознесение / Михаил Волков
It`s a Shame / Devin the Dude f Pooh Bear
Dr Jackal And Mr hide / millencolin
Responsibility / Mxpx
Karaoke Queen / Cantatonia
