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