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(Hunt or be hunted)The days are hotand the dead lie unburied on the fieldSo the wind brings the smell of blood - so heavy 'n sweetThey're back again-we came so near and yet so farThey're all aroundand if they come any closer...We're done Keep My Grave Open, open wideKeep My Grave Open, I'm longing to die-Cool and peaceful, and far from the battlefields..and opened just for meThe moon shuts her eyesand great black clouds cover the skyRain bathes the groundwhile we live in darkness like the blind...