From Dust to Dust

Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh,

Thy spirit shalt be put to rest.

Though thou soul shalt not be at peace.

The wounds thy carried while still a mortal

Shalt be carried onto the underworld,

To be forever with thy transgressions.

Thy blood shalt spill, cry out in anguish.

Thy flesh shalt rot,

And turn back to hence thou came.

From dust to dust,

This shalt be the fate of ye,

Who walks upon the Holy lands.

For from dust ye were created,

And to dust ye shalt be returned to.

A living dead, walking among the mortals,

A captured soul, bound and chained to existence.

Ye shalt never find peace, ye your flesh be destroyed.

All of Hell's horrors shalt follow ye to the end of time,

To when all evil shalt be banished.