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