And he maketh...
His angels to the wind
and his minister into
the flame of fire.
For the white spirit comes with the cold,
feasting on blood and human flesh,
leaving nothing but famine and
pestilence for his enemies.
And I look...
And behold the pale horse.
Whose name...
It's his name that sat on him
was death.
And hell will follow with him.
I could always make you.
-Nah, I don't think so.
Eto, dosta od mene, hvala unapred.
Edit: I šta znači izraz "ask for a stay?" Why don't you ask me for a stay, huh?