King of the North, King of the South
The golden age of Memphis is born to dominate
The order is at hand. The canon of Maat has been decreed
The feeble shall kneel, the cunning will be enslaved
For I, the unifier of the two lands
For I, the conqueror of chaos
I am the son of God in human form, descendant
Bestowed to claim the throne and assail any dissentient
The order is at hand, as all the heads will bow in humility
The feeble shall kneel, as Horus engulfs thy mortality
For I, the unifier of the two lands
For I, the conqueror of chaos
Carving the fires of Akhet
Writing thy glory in flames
O Ra all-seeing! Attest!
As I lay this sacrifice to thee
Drink from the calice of blood
In the presence of thy holiness
Invoke the protector, Horus, to bless the land of eternal Memphis
I have seen the forms of being, of the Horizon God in (the) heavens
I endowed his crowns, which were upon his head
I bear the sign of Uraeus-Serpent
There if not equivocation therein, I am the chosen one
For I, the unifier of the two lands
For I, the conqueror of chaos
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