Septic flesh anubis минус

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...