Ray Rocket - Pet Sematary

Pre-order the album: iTunes: Under the arc of a weather stain boards. Ancient goblins, and warlords. Come out of the ground, without 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 that ancient place. T