— I don't believe in Hell.
— But it believes in you.
Hell is a half-filled auditorium.
I don't believe in heaven
I'm pretty sure there's no hell.
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain,
I'm comin' on like a hurricane.
My lightning's flashing across the sky,
You're only young but you're gonna die.
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight.
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell,
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you.
— That smell. I'll miss it.
— What, the shit house?
— Nah. I don't know what it is. Birmingham, I suppose. Small Heath. That smell.
— The smell brings it back.
— Where's John, do you think, Tom?
— Fuck knows.
— He's gone, though, like a hole behind your head.
— I thought you thought there was a heaven.
— No. More like hell for our John.
— Nah, neither one. He's just not here any more. It's like with Grace. Arthur... they're just gone. Just fucking gone.
Resist the sign of evil
Resist the underworld.
Alive or dead we're leaving
Moscow, Moscow after dark.
Cuando ganeden esta acerrado, quehiman esta siempre abierto.
Hirogaru yami no naka Kawashiatta Kakumei no chigiri
Aishita yue ni mebaeta aku no hana