(Hunt be hunted) The days are hot and the dead unburied on the field So the wind brings the of blood - so heavy 'n sweet They're back again -we came so and yet so far They're all around and they come any closer... We're done Keep Grave Open, open wide Keep Grave Open, I'm longing to die -Cool and peaceful, and far from the battlefields 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...