Embalmed body marks my lack of power

Inadequate in all cases

There is nothing left but my double

Seeking inexistent benefits of the past

Raised heavily by mind insanity

As my soul is desperate

Arriving in the great room of truth

My heart becomes heavier just by sensing the feather

My soul crushed 84 feet under

By the same ones who'll dance

When I die

Behold my presence

And hеar my breath

Become consumеd by your memories

Be punished now in your death

For your inhumane existence

They'll all wash themselves in your indigestible remains

Sickening me the ultimate humiliation

I face your burning eyes I can't see any colors anymore

Colors anymore, colors anymore

They won't have respect for my miserable destiny

Throwing me into the last catacomb

Going to your mouth I can't stand anymore

I'm being dragged underneath

No more

Decapitated

Powerless

Torn apart

Agonized

Consumed

I'm becoming part of Ammit