Belladonna and aconite

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