All that stands me in the moment: The soul, dark and deserted, pogroblennaya forever for the betrayal and death.
Well ... And the horns - its Loki. His cold, never leave me, and ... And there is nothing more to say. Its just a cold that will not leave me now. Do not leave me. Do not leave ... Never.

Ого! Вот это мне уже больше нравится! Прогресс, однако))

Thank's :)