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, a setting sun.

Dark clouds gather 'round me.
To the west, my 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.