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Ideas about
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What is there after death? There are many similar stories, in all religions, that death is not the end, and almost all of them speak of a judgment after death. Death is the only certainty in this life, but where the consciousness goes, no one from our time has returned to tell. If this existence is just a passage, then why do some people accumulate so many things, and why do these same people do condemnable things only to conquer and accumulate more things? But preserving the lifeless body is certainly the greatest form of attachment. The lyrics and the video clip of this song bring the reflection that consciousness does not die, not even after the seventy days of rituals and procedures. How many lives were oppressed so that a pharaoh could amass so many treasures? What value do these treasures have in the spiritual world? How many pharaohs exist today? Politicians, judges, doctors and religious leaders, among others, who take advantage of the power of their position to accumulate fortunes that they will not be able to take to the other side? The purpose of this song is exactly that: to remind us that there is an end to the cycle, and that material things are left behind, but our actions echo into eternity. The treasure you have been accumulating — is it material or spiritual? Lyrics
After 70 days of ritual I found comfort in my new home Nothing compares to the peace of my sarcophagus They took my brain, but I still think They took my heart, but I can still feel Not even death can take away my conscience I have nothing else to worry Beyond my own bad thoughts All the treasures kept with me Are worth the life I lost Now i know i wasted all the chances There is no tear to wet my old veil And I only have the silence to comfort me And good memories sometimes makes me smile And regret of decisions always makes me pain I have nothing else to worry Beyond my own bad thoughts Now i know i wasted all the chances There is no tear to wet my old veil And I only have the silence to comfort me And good memories sometimes makes me smile And regret of decisions sometimes makes me pain |
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