A chariot, a-falling from the sky   A burning star, descending in the night   From another world and from another time   Too many lonely nights and too much of the wine      Like an angel she's riding on the mist   Her song of love will carry you to bliss   The holy grail is in her grinding hips   Just like a devil, she will kill you with her kiss      A million years lost on the astral plane   Now she is back here once more and again   You are the harvest, she's the reaper of the corn   She will be your dusk and she will be your dawn      Like an angel, she's riding on the mist   Her song of love will carry you to bliss   The burning lips consume you in their fire   Dark angel lift you on the wings of her desire       Like an angel, she's riding on the mist   Her song of love will carry you to bliss   The holy grail is in her grinding hips   Lke a devil, she will kill you with her kiss      Like an angel, she's riding on the mist   Her song of love will carry you to bliss   The holy grail is in her grinding hips   Just like a devil, she will kill you with her kiss      Like an angel, she's riding on the mist   Her song of love will carry you to bliss   The holy grail is in her grinding hips