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