[ Предположительная тональность: C ] Fm F G Under the arc of a weather stainrds Fm F G Ancientlins, and warlords, Come out the ground, not making a sound, The smell of death is all around, Fm C And the night when thed wind blows F F G No one cares, nobody knows. Fm F G Gm I´t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary Fm F G C I´t want to live my life again, I´t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary I´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 ofes, Spirits moaningng the tombstones, And the night, when the moon is bright, Someone cries, something ain´t right. I´t want to be buried in a Pet sematary I´t want to live my life again, I´t want to be buried in a Pet sematary I´t want to live my life again. The moon is full, the air is still, All of the sudden I feel a chain, 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. I´t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary I´t want to live my life again, I´t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary I´t want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no I´t want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh I´t want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no I´t want to live my life again, oh, oh