Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and warlords
And the night when the cold wind blows
No one cares, noobody knows
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
Follow Victor to the sacred place
This ain't a dream, I can't escape
The moon is full, the air is still
All of a sudden I feel a chill