Lyrics Pet Sematary - The Tiny
Under
the
arc
of
a
weather
stain
boards,
Ancient
goblins,
and
warlords,
Down
on
the
ground
they
can
see
The
smell
of
death
is
all
around,
And
the
night
when
the
cold
wind
blows,
No
one
cares,
nobody
knows.
Follow
Victor
to
the
sacred
place,
This
ain't
a
dream,
I
can't
escape,
Molars
and
fangs,
the
clicking
of
bones,
Spirits
moaning
among
the
tombstones,
And
the
night,
when
the
moon
is
bright,
Someone
cries,
something
ain't
right.
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.
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
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
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
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