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.
By The Hands Of Violent Winter / Illnath
You Died Before I Was Finished / Deinonychus
Wild Wild West / Will Smith & Dru Hill
A Love So Beautiful / orbison roy
Ain`t No Future... 2001 / Erick Sermon
The Dragon`s Flight Across The Waves / Amon Amarth
The Masquerade is Over / Billie Holiday
Моя перестройка, мама /
Бедная девочка / Аня Куликова
If My Heart Had Windows / Kitty Wells
