As it is decreed, as it is written Let your spirit be releashed, let your soul come to be My path is the truth, my domain is the final chapter For those who bare deeds, those shall be in favor For those the good shall be, with the presence of the gods And the wicked shall be forever abandoned to damnation! Rise and come forth, my beloved ammit Retribution of the gods, the divine's justice Devour those wo enter with ill hearts Claim those who enter with wicked souls For the eater of millions awaits Osiris' judgment Endless hunger for the hearts of the impious For the hearts fails and the Feather weighs We stand in silence to testify the second demise I, ancient of ancients I, the funeral deity I, ruler of the dead I, protector of the dead A sacrament of the dead A ritual of the afterlife In the hall of judgment Proclaiming the final chapter For the journey so begins, as your soul leaves your body Helplessly rests in my bosom, trembling in fear and shame In my omnious aura, you shall embrace in dismay All shall come forth and shall feel my dreadful specter For destiny is chosen by the master of secrets Standing upon the sacred mountain as jackals congregate Unfold your life visions, beyond the path of Amenti!