pet sematary歌詞

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