| Lyrics: | Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the
ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold
wind blows,
No one cares, nobody knows.
CHORUS
I don't want to be
buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in
a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the
sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of
bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is
bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
CHORUS
The moon
is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh
rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry
out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
CHORUS |
