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
Artist: Dutch Uncles
Artist: The Fire Tonight
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Artist: Beccy Cole