Belladonna and aconite

Give to me the gift of flight

Take me up, airborne 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

To 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