(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 again -we came so near and yet so far They're all around and if come any closer... We're done Keep My Grave Open, wide Keep My Grave Open, I'm longing die -Cool peaceful, and far from the battlefields ..and opened just for me The moon her eyes and great black clouds cover the sky Rain bathes the while we live in darkness like the blind...