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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Benjamin Nichols