(Verse 1) The Maine wind whispers secrets old, a chilling, mournful sound, Of Ludlow's secrets, dark and cold, buried in hallowed ground. A pet cemetery, overgrown and grey, beneath the ancient pines, Where shadows lengthen at the close of day, and something else entwines. (Verse 2) A family's hope, a fragile thing, shattered on jagged stone, A life extinguished, a silent spring, a grief profoundly known. Across the road, the dead man's path, a place of ancient dread, Where primal forces rise in wrath, and secrets lie unsaid. (Chorus) Beyond the veil, a power sleeps, a darkness takes its toll, The earth exhales, a promise keeps, that chills you to the soul. Not quite alive, not quite deceased, a twisted, broken form, Returned from slumber, a ghastly peace, to weather out the storm. (Verse 3) The scent of death, a clinging shroud, on damp and mossy ground, The whispers grow, a fear endowed, in echoes all around. A child's sweet face, a memory's gleam, a love beyond compare, But resurrected from a dreadful dream, a haunting, vacant stare. (Verse 4) The bargain struck, the price untold, a debt that must be paid, A twisted fate, a story bold, in shadows deeply laid. The horrors rise, the darkness spreads, a creeping, chilling blight, The living fear the silent dead, consumed by endless night. (Chorus) Beyond the veil, a power sleeps, a darkness takes its toll, The earth exhales, a promise keeps, that chills you to the soul. Not quite alive, not quite deceased, a twisted, broken form, Returned from slumber, a ghastly peace, to weather out the storm. (Bridge) The ground gives way, the ancient curse, it holds you in its sway, A wretched choice, for better or for worse, upon this fateful day. (Outro) The wind still howls, a mournful cry, above the sleeping dead, Pet Sematary, beneath the sky, where broken hearts are bled. And something stirs, beneath the soil, a darkness waits to claim, Another soul, another spoil, to whisper out its name.
