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[PASTOR STEELE:] crumble down oh symbol on high, this world is no more feel the warmth of horses breath on your neck kiss the flames of Loki's blade then you might be able to understand what has really happened there is nothing more, only dark we have lost everything, this well has run its course I feel so betrayed. As if I am going to be murdered by the air I breathe, the ground I walk on, and this water that cleanses me. We can leave our legacy to the cockroaches do you see those lights ahead? Can you see them? They are angels sent to kill us they are the angels of death [TRISHNA:] ...but the dead. [PASTOR STEELE:] No. The dead only whisper their words. From Letras Mania