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, nobody 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 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.
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.
Под сводом погоды правит тьма
Древние гоблины и боги войны
Восстаньте из земли, не издавая ни звука
Запах смерти повсюду
И ночи проходят, и холодный ветер дует
Никому нет дела и никто не знает
Я не хочу быть похороненным на кладбище домашних животных
Я не хочу прожить мою жизнь снова
Я последую за Виктором в священное место
Там нет ни одного сна, от которого я мог бы спастись
Зубы и клыки, и лязганье костей
Души стонут среди надгробных камней
Когда приходит ночь и ярко светит луна
Кто-то кричит и что-то не так
Я не хочу быть похороненным на кладбище домашних животных
Я не хочу прожить мою жизнь снова
О, нет
Луна полная, воздух тих
Вдруг я чувствую холод
Виктор скалит зубы, плоть гниёт
Скелеты танцуют, я проклинаю этот день
И в ночь, когда завоют волки
Слушай внимательно и ты услышишь мой крик
Я не хочу быть похороненным на кладбище домашних животных
Я не хочу прожить мою жизнь снова
О, нет 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, nobody knows.
I do not want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I do not want to live my life again,
I do not want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I do not want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This is not a dream, I can not escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something is not right.
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.
Under the vault of darkness reigns Weather
Ancient goblins, and gods of war
Arise from the ground without a sound
The smell of death everywhere
And the nights pass, and the cold wind blows
No one cares and no one knows
I do not want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
I do not want to live my life again
I'll follow Victor to a sacred place
There's no sleep from which I could escape
Teeth and tusks and bones clanking
Soul moaning among the tombstones
When night comes and the moon shines brightly
Someone shouts, and that something is wrong
I do not want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
I do not want to live my life again
Oh no
The moon is full, the air is quiet
Suddenly I feel cold
Victor bares his teeth rotting flesh
Skeletons dance, I curse this day
And the night when the wolves howl
Listen carefully and you will hear my cry
I do not want to be buried in a Pet Sematary
I do not want to live my life again
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