Old rotted memories Are crawling once and again. Fearless they come To consume my brain ... my ill 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