Intro

When the last breath leaves the room,

A black jackal waits beyond the door.

Verse 1

You step from the linen, light as a name,

Through halls where the river forgets every flame.

Anubis walks steady, his lantern held low,

Past fields where the quiet white papyrus grows.

He asks for your truth, not the crown that you wore,

Not the gold in your pocket, not rank anymore.

Your hands hold the stories you carried below;

The scales wait ahead, and the answer will show.

Chorus

Heart on one side, feather on the other,

Tell me, traveler, what did you give?

Anubis guides you through the dark water—

What weighs your heart is the way that you lived.

Step by step, let the old world fall,