Anubis—Director of weights
My final currency,
Of poor exchange?
My balance or my stance?
My actions or reticence?
In the end with darkness won,
Close the day, set the sun
Contract accounts and draw the pay?
To settle scores all weights are weighed?
Or settle nothing and render terms
Subtractions that are left to worms?
Ignorance to compensate?
Or a refund for the wise?
Intolerance to gravitate?
Or hate blind be drawn in kind?
In the end with darkness won,
Close the day, set the sun
Contract accounts and draw the pay?
To settle scores all weights are weighed?
Or settle nothing and render terms
Subtractions that are left to worms?
Love burnt purely?
Or spitting with reason?
Kindling forever,
Or bursting in season?
In the end with darkness won,
Close the day, set the sun
Contract accounts and draw the pay?
To settle scores all weights are weighed?
Or settle nothing and render terms
Subtractions that are left to worms?
Lyrics © Matt Howden. Published by Werk 4/Universal
