Cradle Of Filth Mr Crowley

Lyrics : Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic Yeah 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 then scattered the afterbirth Go Mr. Crowley, won t you ride my white horse Oh, Mr. Crowley, it s symbolic of