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