Septic Flesh - Anubis

Come,
Approach.
My trusty jackal's nose.
Don't try to lie,
Cause I can smell your hide.
Leave your body,
Leave this body now.
Your face can stay
Upon this golden mask you made.

The brave in heart
Can claim eternal life.
My scales of truth
Will need sufficient proof.
Their balance depends
On how your soul weights.
To walk with Gods,
The jaws of chaos you must pass.

- Anubis,
My soul is so light!
And as this feather I can fly.
Anubis,
Don't let me wither
and die.

I am proud for what I am,
The guardian of the dead,
Appointed by the Gods
To be their final judge.

- Anubis,
Don't let me wither
and die...