Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead Your lifestyle 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 Solo Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course...
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
