Mr. Crowley, what went wrong in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead? Your life style to me seemed 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 rapport. Uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this Earth, conceived in the eye of a secret and they scattered the afterbirth.
Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse? Oh, Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course. Approaching a time that is classic, I hear maidens call.
Approaching a time that is drastic, standing with their backs to the wall. Was it polemically sent? I wanna know what you meant.