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