Map of Idmyr

Ours AloneThe times when we are graced with anothers presence are few and far between. You are warned about us. Told not to come. We will kill you, they say. Lure you in and listen as your bones crush on the rocks. And still you come. Something about us draws you. Is it our beauty? Our grace? Our voices? Or is it your own naïve disbelief?Ours Alone
You hear about us, the beautiful sisters whose voices are enough to drive a man to his death, and you scoff. There is no such thing you tell yourself and your crew. There is nothing there save the islands and the cliffs you tell your first mate. Others warn you again, saying they would not vent
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Tiesto - In Search of Sunrise: Ibiza
Armin Van Buuren - A State of Trance 2007
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