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 | | Name | Nicklas Johansson | | Member since | Jul 14, 2004 | | Logins | 128 st | | Last login | Jan 9 2005 |
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Pet Sematary.
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 cold wind blows,
No one cares, no one knows.
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.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, i can't esacpe,
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 wolfs cry out,
Listen close 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, oh no, oh no,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
I don't want to live my life again, oh oh
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