In my hands, I hold the ashes In my veins, black pitch drums Dark clouds gather 'round me Due northwest, the soul is bound And I ask for no redemption In this cold and barron place In my chest, if I can catch this In my way, the setting sun And I will go on ahead, free There's a light yet to be found 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