Pet Sematary

Under the arc of a weather stain boards. Ancient goblins, and warlords. Come out of the ground, without making a sound. The smell of death is all around. And the night when the cold wind blows. No one cares, nobody knows. 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 that ancient place. This ain't a dream, I can't escape. Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones. Spirits moaning upon the tombstones. And the night, when the moon is bright. Someone cries, something ain't right. The moon is full, the air is still. All of a sudden I feel a chill. Victor is grinning, flesh is rotting away. Skeletons dance, I curse this day. And the night when the wolves cry out. Listen close and you can hear me shout