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