(Hunt or hunted) The days are hot and the dead lie unburied on field So the wind brings the smell of blood - so heavy 'n They're back -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 the battlefields ..and opened just me The moon shuts her eyes and great black cover the sky Rain bathes the ground while we live in darkness like the blind...