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