The Last Pale Light In the West - Ben Nichols

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