Belladonna and aconite Give to me the gift of flight Take me up, ever on in the night In a dream, across the sky A hundred-million miles high Take me ever onwards in the night
Dark sisters join my night flight See how far you can climb Holt's with us on this bright night Ride with him ‘cross the sky
As a screaming horde We cut the scape The Devil's Apple exacerbates At the sabbat on a demon steed I ride Across the astral plane we race The universe my fingers trace And I am lost forever in my mind
