Weighing Of The Heart

Ammit attacks
When the night of the world declines
And the sins of men arise
And we feel the anger
And we feel the mist
Because we know the time is short

And the deep black nightingale turned willowy
Love's tossed treatment leaves me berefted
Grant that I may be favored as God
Beloved of our lord of two lands

Anubis with his feather takes the initiate
Who carries a scarab heart
Evil may gain strength but the truth is what lasts
Forms cannot be changed

Judgment! The heart has been weighed
Against the feather be held
I am thy presence
There's only sin
In my body I am stone