Anchored To My Flesh

Old rotted memories

Are crawling once and again.

Fearless they come

To consume my brain

... my I'll and tired brain



My darkest anathema

An ancient damned pain

One sickness, my own fiend

Is now anchored to my flesh



I'll burn myself by inside

And hate will make me live again

Among the ashes...



Old buried histories

Of fights and victories

They arise from inside

As corps into the night

Dragging and screaming

Without resting till they die



I'll burn myself by inside

And hate will make me live again

Among the ashes...



My darkest anathema

One sickness, my own fiend

Is now anchored to my flesh