od FoRsAkEn u Pet Jan 05, 2007 12:54 am
Ja sam oružije, nekoliko bednih žena nemože mi ni BFovati ni moj lepi, moderni, crni kaput...
We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
We ran to the sounds of the thunder.
We danced among the lightning bolts,
and tore the world asunder.