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 |