Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head
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
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
I wanna know what you meant