Текст песни Michelle Darkness - Pet Cemetery

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 arch of darkness ruled by weather
Ancient goblins , and gods of war
Rise up from the ground, without a sound
The smell of death everywhere
And nights pass and the cold wind blowing
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 will follow Victor to a sacred place
There's no sleep , from which I could have been saved
Teeth and tusks and bones clanking
Soul moan of tombstones
When night comes and the moon is shining bright
Someone yells , 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 the cold
Victor grins , flesh rotting
Skeletons dance, I curse this day
And at 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
Oh, no