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 barren place Still I see a faint reflection And so by it, I got my way The last pale light in the west The last pale light in the west

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