 
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
[Répétition] :
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
[Répétition]
 
| 1 | Wollt Ihr Das Bett In Flammen Sehen? | 
| 2 | Du Hast | 
| 3 | Sonne | 
| 4 | Mutter | 
| 5 | Песня О Тревожной Молодости | 
| 6 | Feuer frei! | 
| 7 | Engel | 
| 8 | Bayern des samma mia | 
| 9 | Waidmanns Heil | 
| 10 | Spieluhr |