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