Ben Nichols - The Last Pale Light In The West (THE WALKING DEAD) | Текст песни

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• Ben Nichols
• The Last Pale Light In The West (THE WALKING DEAD)

In my hands, I hold the ashes
In my veins, black pitch runs
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 barron 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