Under the arc of the weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and warlorcks
Come out of the ground, not making a sound
The smell of death is all around
In the night when the moon is bright
Someone cries and something ain't right
I don't want to be buried in a pet semetary
I don't want to live my life again
Follow Victor to a sacred place
This ain't dream I can't escape
Molars and fangs and clicking of bones
Spirits moaning among the tombstones
In the night when the moon is bright
Someone cries and something ain't right
I don't want to be buried in a pet semetary
I don't want to live my life again
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
In the night when the wolves cry out
Listen close and you can hear me shout
I don't want to be buried in a pet semetary
I don't want to live my life again
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh no no no
