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