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