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