Testo Graveyard Dust

Covered in death
Reeking of hell
I arise to my feet
No grave is sacred
No dead shall rest
Until my work is complete

Beware of the Graveyard Dust!
Crushed bones
Skin of a snake
Sulphur on the wind
A pile of earth
From an ancient grave
Reagents of the end

Beware of the Graveyard Dust!

Dust blown
Into your face
Become violently ill
Held in
Sorcerous sway And your pulse is still

Beware of the Graveyard Dust!