The Last Pale Light in the West

In my hands, I hold the ashes In my veins, black pitch runs In my chest, a fire catches In my way, the setting sun Dark clouds, gather 'round me Due northwest, the soul is bound And I will go on ahead, free There's a light yet to be found The last pale light in the west The last pale light in the west And I ask for no redemption In this cold and barron place Still I see the faint reflection And so by it, I got my way The last pale light in the west The last pale light in the west