De Arma - Fires of Hope lyrics

In the twilight of the now I can still smell yesterday The steady grind of the rusted clockhands Sends terror through me Nausea plays it's sorry tune again Piece by piece, I'm collapsing This shadow flesh, so familiar Curling in upon itself The ashes of the present Stain the tapestry of what once was This body, this essence Winding down to nothing Sweet yet sickly the tang of decay Sights and sounds dulled With no desire to see nor hear Winter draws so close Cold fingers brush dead wood And the coarse, unyielding cloth The fires of hope burned here once