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