The days are hot
and the dead lie unburied on the field
So the wind brings the smell of blood,
They're back again
and if they come any closer. They're all around Keep My Grave Open, I'm longing to die
Keep My Grave Open, open wide
We're done
.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.
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