Septic Flesh

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.