PASTOR STEELE:    Crumble down oh symbol on high, this world is no more    Feel the warmth of horse’s breath on your neck    Kiss the flames of Ioki’s blade    Then you might be able to understand what has really happened    There is nothing more to hold, 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 the water that cleanses me.    We can leave our legacy to the cockroaches, while I choke on the dust of bones    Do you see those lights ahead? Can you see them?    Those are angels sent to kill us    They are the angels of death       TRISHNA: ...but the dead.       PASTOR STEELE: The dead only whisper their words.