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