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