Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
ancient goblins, and warlords,
come out of the ground, not making a sound,
the smell of dead is allround,
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.
Hier kommt dann wieder der 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
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,oh no, oh no,
I don`t want to live my life again,oh no, oh no,
I don`t want to live my life again,oh no.,oh no,
I don`t want to live my life again,oh oh.
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