Lyrics:

They held their heads with laughs of pain They learned from men who'd just refrain From glancing at a mirror's face Seven screaming diz-busters who lurked by a rose Had iron for a bloodstream and ice behind their eyes On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light They're long so long this time of year When stars be crossed by twirling fear You don't suppose I'd prove surprised Seven screaming diz-busters should go the route and die Without the warmth they learn to crave With hardened smiles and evil signs On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light 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 loose (?) Well their laugh of pain...And their harder smiles... And their rigid arms...And their evil signs... Longer days and the longer nights And their longer, and longer still On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light