Septic Flesh - Легенда греческого металла!!!(Moscow)

Come Approach My trusty jackal’s nose Don’t try to lie Cause I can smell your hide Leave your body Leave this body now Your face can stay Upon this golden mask you made The brave in heart Can claim eternal life My scales of truth Will need sufficient proof Their balance depends On how your soul weights To walk with Gods The jaws of chaos you must pass Anubis My soul is so light And as this feather I can fly Anubis Don’t let me wither and die I am proud for what I am The guardian of the dead Appointed