The Last Pale Light in the West

In my hands I hold the ashes
In my veins black pitch drums
In my chest if I can catch this
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 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
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