Ben Nichols - The Last Pale Light In The West Lyrics
In my hands, I hold the ashesIn my veins, black pitch runsIn my chest, a fire catchesIn my way, a setting SunDark clouds gather 'round meTo the west, my soul is boundAnd I will go on ahead, freeThere's a light yet to be foundThe last pale light in the westThe last pale light in the westAnd I ask for no redemptionIn this cold, baron placeStill I see the faint reflectionAnd so by it, I got my wayThe last pale light in the westThe last pale light in the west