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
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 guide my way
The last pale light in the west
The last pale light in the west
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