Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins and war lords
Come out ground not making a sound
The smell of death is all around
And the night when the cold wind blows
No one care and nobody knows
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
I don't want to live my life again
The moon is full - sacred place
This ain't a dream, I can't escape
Molars and fangs and the clicking of bones
Spirits moaning among the tombstones
And the night when the moon is bright
Listen close and you can hear me shout
The moon is full, the air is still
All of the sudden, I feel the chill
Victor is grinning, flash 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
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