Candlemass - ARX/NG 891 [text]

Some are born to sweet delight Some are born to endless night So pale and lifeless What youï¿½re doing to me Iï¿½m doing to myself I close the iris to the sun It once was open, soon its gone Soon itï¿½s gone Soon itï¿½s gone So pale and lifeless What youï¿½re doing to me Iï¿½m doing to myself