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.
Always Suffering / Rolling Stones, The
too much to ask2 / Avril Lavigne
Размышления о судьбе / Леонид Семаков
PAINT IT BLACK / The Rolling Stones
Hangover From Hell / Barcode
Siege Of Atland / Manilla Road
Den Hr Gngen / Nilsson Lisa
Black Sea Of Agony / Into Eternity
Подушка-хохотушка / Андрей Анпилов
Murder Venue / Killarmy