When my body has expired I will then make a journey
Unlike any I've taken in life
This one is beyond all fret and worry
To the realm of Anubis
The judge of dead
All my strife and pain
All my gifts and treasures
Will I be measured as having been good
Or will I have lived for pleasure
Anubis is breathtakingly fair
For his scale is not used with bias
The judgment comes from our own life
He is there only to sort the truth
For my sins will weigh my being
My lust for things will curse my eyes
For my flesh is weak
And my flaws I will despise
