The Last Pale Light In The West Lyrics

Ben Nichols The Last Pale Light In The West

In my hands - I hold the ashes
In my veins - Black pitch runs
In my chest - The fire catches
In my way - A setting sun

Dark clouds - Gather round me
To the West - My soul is bound
But I will go - On ahead free
There is a light - Yet to be found

The last pale light in the west

And I ask - For no redemption
In this cold - And barren place
Still I see - faint reflection
And so by it - Guide my way