Embalmed body marks my lack of power
Inadequate in all cases
There is nothing left but my double
Seeking inexistent benefits of the past

Raised heavily by mind insanity
As my soul is desperate

Arriving in the great room of truth
My heart becomes heavier just by sensing the feather
My soul crushed 84 feet under
By the same ones who'll dance

When I die

Behold my presence
And hear my breath
Become consumed by your memories
Be punished now in your death
For your inhumane existence

They'll all wash themselves in your indigestible remains
Sickening me the ultimate humiliation
I face your burning eyes I can't see any colors anymore
Colors anymore, colors anymore

They won't have respect for my miserable destiny
Throwing me into the last catacomb
Going to your mouth I can't stand anymore
I'm being dragged underneath

No more
Decapitated
Powerless
Torn apart
Agonized
Consumed

I'm becoming part of Ammit

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