Yngwie Malmsteen & Tim Ripper Owens
Текст песни Mr. Crowley

mr. crowley, what went on in your head
mr. crowley, did you talk to the dead
your lifestyle to me seemed so trajic
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
concieved 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 thier backs to the wall

(epilogue)
was it polemically sent
i wanna know what you meant
i wanna know
i wanna know what you meant