Mr. Crowley
Mr. Crowley
What went on in your head
Mr. Crowley
Did you talk with the dead
Your lifestile to me seems so tragic
With the thrill of it all
You fooled all the people with magic
You waited on Satan's call
Mr. Charming
Did you think you were pure
Mr. Alarming
In nocturnal report
Uncovering things that were sacred
Manifest on this earth
Concealed in the eye of a secret
And they scattered the afterbirth
Mr. Crowley
Won't you ride my white horse
Mr. Crowley
It's symbolic, of course
Approaching a time that is classic
I hear maiden's call
Approaching a time that is drastic
Standing with their backs to the wall
I wanna know what you meant