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 moon is bright
Someone cries, something ain't right
I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary
I don't want to live my life again
I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary
I don't want to live my life again
Follow Victor to the sacred place
The moon is full, the air is still
All of a sudden I feel a chill
I dont want to live my Life Not again
Oh, oh, no-no-no-oh