The Last Pale Light In The West (исполнитель: Ben Nichols)
In my hands, I hold the ashes In my veins, black [bad word] In my chest, a fire catches In my way, a setting sun Dark clouds gather 'round me To the west, my 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 barren 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