If I could find words to tell you I'm sorry Make you understand, I mean just what I say After all that I've heard, why should I worry? When we ride the
Shifting the Sands Hotter then Hell Upon her lips, teardrops fell through the serpentine flame, I screamed her name But she never WOKE UP! She never
Превод: Кристиан Bautista. 1000 думи.
Превод: Християнски молитви. Според Твоята Всемилостивия Word.
Превод: Ерика Christianson. Бъдещето не е това, което той да бъде използван.
Превод: Коледни песни. Християни, Awake, Salute.
Krankes Fleisch, kranker Geist Zuwider ihre Reden Das Blut auf ihren Handen Ergiesst sich in die Nacht Untermensch... mit Namen Christ Ihre Seelen baden