(Hunt or be The days are hot and the dead lie unburied on the field So the brings smell of blood - so heavy 'n sweet They're back again -we so near and yet so far They're all around and they come any closer... We're Keep My Grave Open, open wide Keep Grave Open, I'm longing to die -Cool peaceful, and far from the battlefields ..and opened just me The moon shuts her eyes and great black clouds cover the Rain bathes the ground while we live in darkness like the blind...