The Last Pale Light In the West

In my hands, I hold the ashes

In my veins, black pitch runs

In my chest, the 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 foundThe last pale light in the west

The last pale light in the westAnd I ask for no redemption

In this cold and barren place

Still I see the faint reflection

And so by it, I got my wayThe last pale light in the west

The last pale light in the west