Cultus Sanguine - The Calling Illusion lyrics

Here in her arms on my own in the shine of delusions The calling illusion takes my thoughts and my feel On the rise of this coil of growing depression this coil is boring the air is so deep full of dead hopes The calling illusion takes my thoughts and my feel I fly this breeze, the night The night now seems to be eternal this coil of thoughts steals my breath as the illusion seems to be real Follow me on this coil of growing depression follow me over this wind the gate of suicide the breeze of all lies Over the clouds higher than wind illusion brings me on the higher side I'm so high embraced in her wings I feel like who might dare to leave The night now seems to be eternal this coil of thoughts steals my breath as the illusion seems to be real