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