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