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 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