A mission in a world of death Where walking zombies roam the earth The powder to bring back the dead Protected by an ancient curse Souls are trapped in endless torment Controlled by the high priest of death Caught, tortured and buried alive You meet with death, your soul is mine Powder returns you back to life To roam the world with those that died You're cursed forever to roam the earth A soulless corpse of living deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.