
My 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

The 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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