Come to the end of one's devil's luck.

I'd rather burn!

Vi, what happens when the power runs out?

I don't think so.

That's all it... All it is, isn't it?

Simply maddening, isn't it?

Until her oxygen runs out.

My strength is all gone.

The hoard is used up

Already burning.

Let's burn this motherfucker down!

We are doomed.

She's running out of steam.

It'll burn up, or it'll skip off.

Because each time you look, all this dross is burnt.

My luck had to give out some time.

I am exhausted.

We ran out of food.

I'm running out of tricks here.

And you said nil.

We are doomed.

What hope?

No power grid.

The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long.

The supplies are beginning to give out.

The basement generators they run out of fuel.

The candle burned out.

Which penetrates the hearts

Which will climb on to the hearts.

roaring over the hearts

Which mounteth up to the hearts.

Which leaps up over the hearts,

That laps to the hearts.

the Fire that shall rise to the hearts (of criminals).

Which leapeth up over the hearts (of men).

which will overspread the hearts.

which shall oversee the hearts,

Which mounts directed at the hearts.

to penetrate into the hearts.

Which rises above the hearts.

Reaching right into the hearts of men,

The which doth mount (Right) to the Hearts

I'm quite out of patience with you.

Sooner or later, he will run out of luck.

Sooner or later, his luck will run out.