Artista:
Oliver Riedel
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Under the arc of the weather stain boardsancient goblins, and warlordscome out of the ground, not making a soundthe smell of death is all aroundand the nights come and the cold wind blowsno one cares and nobody knowsI dont want to be buried in a pet cemeteryi dont want to live my life againIll follow victor to a sacred placethere aint no dream i can escapemolars and fangs and clicking of bonesspirits moaning among the tombstoneswhen the night has come and the moon is brightsomeone cries and something aint rightI dont want to be buried in a pet cemeteryi dont want to live my life againoh noThe moon is full, the air is stillall of a sudden i feel a chillvictor is grinning, flesh rotting awayskeletons dance, i curse this dayand on the night when the wolves cry outlisten close and you can hear me shoutI dont want to be buried in a pet cemeteryi dont want to live my life againoh no
