Iri The pharaoh's expert Enema connoisseur Enemy of putrefaction You are the guardian and sentinel You administer the royal odor Alone with the prophecy Alone with the right to reek You hold the future and the purpose You alone hold the scent of death Now the great hand of mania Descend upon us all Like eternal manipulations Oh great deceiver of life A putrid sanctification No one holds a bar to your call The lasting foulness of all You hold the future and the purpose You alone hold the scent of death Alone with the prophecy Alone with the right The right The right to reek The right to reek The right to reek The right to reek The right to reek