It doesn't matter what you believe.

Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Lord, I'll be your glorious steed, but hold fast to me.

Does that sound at all familiar?  I just dreamed the song, and, since it was a dream, I could not tell Nick Cave from Michael Gira (it would have worked equally well for either).  Red sandstone dirt and concrete brutalism apartments, a pastor called up demons to take two girls and the mother of one of them tried to save both.  Eventually, all of the town pitched in, sang this song at the above-ground pool which belonged to the whole town.  It filled with blood colored sand, but there was just enough water in the end.  I think she was successful in driving off the demons, but the last time I saw the pastor, he was 5 stories up the outside wall of the yellow-tiled dormatory, crawling like a lizard.