As my mortal life draws to a closeMy soul descends to the realm of final judgment
The great Osiris, ruler of the dead oversees the proceedings
Forty Three deities to address
Each with a question that will put me to the test
Toth the wise will, scribe all details in full
The big question arises in my head
Will I be granted access to the fields of Hetep and Iaru
...Or will Ammit devour my heartThe moment of truth
My heart is placed on the scale weighed against the feather of truth
I hold my breath.......
The scales tip
Ma'at shields her eyes from my truth
As the final judgment is passed
Ammit snatches and devours my heart
With a grave face Wepwet guides me into the arms of Nun
In the empty darkness of the Nun I cease to exist
Ang El Ani
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