They held their heads with laughs of pain

They learned from men, who'd just refrain

From glancing at a mirror's face 7 screaming diz busters

Who lurked behind the rose

Cast iron for a bloodstream

And ice behind their eyes On each and all those holy nights

When dusters dust becomes the sale

And Lucifer the light, the light They're long, so long this time of year

When stars be crossed by twirlin' fear

You don't suppose I'd prove surprised Well, 7 screaming diz busters

Should go the route and die

Without that warmth they've learned to crave

With hardened smiles and evil signs, oh, well Yeah, alright

Bury me near the secret cove

So they'll not know the way

Bury me there behind the rose

So they'll not rile my grave

I'll not reveal whose name still lost Well, their laughs of pain

And their harder smiles

And their rigid arms

And their evil signs Yeah, the longer days

Ah, the longer nights

Oh, yeah the longer

Yeah, they're longer still On each and all those holy nights

When dusters dust becomes the sale

An' Lucifer the light oh, yeah Lucifer the light

Lucifer the light

Lucifer the light One, two, three, four, five, six and seven