Jaw grinds as movement slowly pulses Search for the sacred land of reeds Led by Anubis blindly broken Vines grab the scabs of wasted heed
Through the tests dwell the gates that vindicate Through the halls unnatural beasts plan my fate I have not stopped the flow of the tides I have made none to weep, none to die
He slowly walks the spines of serpents Masks hide their guise of sympathy She whispers spells that pacify them from crib sheets written of his days
The tether has unwound Exposing the spindle’s repose A hollowed husk lies above While the jury hangs below
Eyes of spirals flicker on as blinking halls melt away The sinking gaze of stones give rise to his decay
Machinations of destiny Wrought by crook and flail Gilded scales to scrutinize the sum and substance of my life
Congregation by gods’ decree Silent lord of youth Stoic king of the living and his court of forty two
Through the tests dwell the gates that vindicate Through the halls unnatural beasts plan my fate I have not stopped the flow of the tides I have made none to wept, none to die Let me rise
Betrayed by his own blood (Heart swings towards the impure) The guilt caged in his chest (The marrow turned to salt and lead)
Sins lie as stagnant pools of mire Exhalations from the depraved heart
Resolved, the charge is laid (Proof of faults unyielding) The author’s hands are bound (Pronouncement made, the soul cast down)
Ammit consumes the chambers once unburdened Salival streams of forfeit legacy
A liquid drains from the cup leaving only the empty vessel Steam of crimson red appraised by sacred wings Crow's feet tread the roads as auric shades fade to gray
Emerging out of the depths and entering the darkness
Judgement is made but still she waitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
