Sentenced - Keep My Grave Open

(Hunt or be hunted) 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