Holloway: You see, I--I grew up in Iceland, where every farm had sheep. sheep are followers. It's coded in their brains, to follow the sheep in front of them, even to slaughter.
Marty: So you calling me a sheep now?
Holloway: We're all sheep. Following blindly to slaughter. For The Lich is my shepherd, I shall not want. He make me lay down in green pastures and leadeth me to still waters and restoreth my soul. Even though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil. For thou art with me, and thy rod and they staff will comfort me, and surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of The Lich... forever.