The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.♨The scene now takes place in an open, wide field in Bran, Romania. It is pitch dark outside, with the wind swirling in with harsh force. The grass is pushed towards the west, while a cast of illumination is barred on the surface. Suddenly, the Holy Brigade assemble together, however just a small number of four. All of them are carrying torches in their possessions, with their golden hourglasses in their pocket robes. They all sit down together, as they all drill down their torches down into the earth to remain upright. They now turn around to look at the camera.♨
Man
#1: My name is Gabriel.
Man
#2: My name is Luke.
Man
#3: My name is James.
Man
#4: My name is Francis.
All of them in unison: AND WE ARE THE HOLY BRIGADE!
♨The speed of the wind dramatically increases, as the fire from the torches is blown all over the place.♨
Even though the sun rises on the east, and sets on the west,
Our mission in this present time is a never-ending quest.
Whether hardships or success, bitter or sweet,
We will not rest until we are placed with mercy's seat.
You all continue to doubt us, our words and of our actions,
The things that we do is an ongoing chain reaction.
We assemble with silence, in our possessions hour glasses,
Envisioning your life as a pool of molasses.
The time has come for you all to bear the truth,
If you decline, do not worry, we are no sleuths.
For those of you who accept, cross your fingers,
Because at any time, damnation still lingers.
How bright, how marvelous, these twinkling stars,
How we indeed wonder what you are!
People love the luxury, the cars, the money,
Listen to us now, because all of you are sonnies.
We grow in strength, power, and speed,
Their growth never stops, because they are qualities that we bleed.
If you all want to know how its like when we reach our extremes,
Then prepare for the full ascension of the Caster of Dreams!
A jester, a clown, the man Clark Duncan,
Will be just another example of the many people that we have sunken.
Once all of this has been said and done,
The casting of your reality into dreams will never be undone.
♨The four men all get up from their positions, as they reach down for their torches. They all slowly walk back down across the step field, as the camera zooms back at them, until they slowly disappear into the darkness.♨ 
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