Mortician - Voodoo Curse


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

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