Under the arc of the 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 nights come and the cold wind blows

no one cares and nobody knows

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

i don't want to live my life again

I'll follow victor to a sacred place

there ain't no dream i can escape

molars and fangs and clicking of bones

spirits moaning among the tombstones

when the night has come and the moon is bright

someone cries and something ain't right

I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery

i don't want to live my life again

oh no

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

and on 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 cemetery

i don't want to live my life again

oh no