The Last Pale Light In The West Lyrics - The Last Pale Light In The West - Ben Nichols

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