In

my

hands,

I

hold

the

a-

shes

In

my

veins,

black

pitch

runs

In

my

chest,

a

fire

ca-

t-

ches

In

my

way,

the

set-

ti-

ng

sun

Dark

clouds

ga-

ther

rou-

nd

me

To

the

West

my

soul

is

bound

Well

I

will

go,

on

a-

hea-

d

free

There's

a

light

yet

to

be

found

The

last

pa-

le

light

in

the

West

The

last

pa-

le

light

in

the

West

And

I

ask

for

no

re-

de-

mp-

tion

In

thi-

s

cold

and

bar-

ren

place

Still

I

see

a

faint

re-

fle-

c-

tion

So

by

it,

guide

my

way

The

last

pa-

le

light

in

the

West

The

last

pa-

le

light

in

the

West.