Cultus Sanguine - The Calling Illusion lyrics

rate me

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