The Calling Illusion Lyrics
on my ownin the shine of delusionsThe calling illusiontakes my thoughtsand my feelOn the rise of this coilof growing depressionthis coil is boringthe air is so deepfull of dead hopesThe calling illusiontakes my thoughtsand my feelI fly this breeze, the nightThe night now seems to be eternalthis coil of thoughtssteals my breathas the illusion seems to be realFollow meon this coilof growing depressionfollow meover this windthe gate of suicidethe breeze of all liesOver the cloudshigher than windillusion brings meon the higher sideI'm so high embraced in her wingsI feel like who mightdare to leaveThe night now seems to be eternalthis coil of thoughtssteals my breathas the illusion seems to be real
Cultus Sanguine The Calling Illusion
