Spirit falls to the abyss For the rest of the fathomless being. It's decree of existence. Prays of eternity won't Be even heard by the master of death. Soon you will meet Him. From the end of suffering To the source of light. And the last one trial Is waking fear from the deep inside. Sin versus purity. Anything else aside. Trembling souls under the scales, Where the destiny finds its beginning. Rigorous and fair, the King of all buried, Unavoidable court between life and death. Losing your will In embrace of despair Catching your throat Leaves you to stay in the dark. Sand of your time is almost dried Beating of heart on the scale is getting louder It drives you insane. Your absolution inside, You are the one who can fight your sins. But you are afraid. Matter what the verdict makes the court of Osiris, Depends the fate of the deceased. Pray! Pray! Pray! You already dead! So no one can hear you. Pray! Pray! Pray! Obsessed by the dread Pathetic and beaten.