Ben Nichols - The Last Pale Light in the West lyrics

In my hands, I hold the ashes In my veins, black pitch runs In my chest, 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 barron place Still I see the faint reflection And so by it, guide my way The last pale light in the west The last pale light in the west