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 death