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
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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
Claude Westbright; veja em "O Brilho do Oeste", "Personagens: Claude Westbright" e "Casa de Prata - Organização"
