[Verse]
Crowned the king of Hell, smoke in his eyes,
Deals brokered in shadows, where the lost soul dies.
Mischief on his tongue, code of deceit,
Crowley, master puppeteer, in an endless heat.
[Verse 2]
Dark deeds cast like spells, power in his grip,
Promises whispered; truth on the trip.
Treason in his veins, betrayal in his smile,
Built an empire on pain, thrived on guile.
[Chorus]
Down to the abyss, Crowley met his end,
Double-crossers turned foes, world start to bend.
A knife in the dark, his eternal goodbye,
From the throne to the grave, no more to fly.
[Verse 3]
Wicked alliances, a snake in a pit,
Crafting chaos, candle barely lit.
Devil’s dance on tightropes, no room for slip,
King of demise met his final script.
[Bridge]
Once feared and adored, now a shadow thin,
Fortunes faded fast, couldn’t save his skin.
Ghosts in the corridors, whispers growing cold,
Story of a monarch, legendary and bold.
[Verse 4]
Infernal crown now rust, ashes in the wind,
Lessons in ruin for the next to begin.
Past grandeur lost, mere echo in time,
Crowley’s fallen kingdom, rhythm and rhyme.