Satrap

Thirteen Years He's Waited
And Thirteen Years He'll Rule
Over His Subjects
The Chief Judge Of The Day
No Limit To His Law
You're His Slave
Riches With Power
He's The Eyes And The Ears Of The King
He Arrives At His Possession To Collect What's
Been Ordered To His Name
The Satrap!

So Will Provide
The Life Blood Of The Day
A Harvest In The Sand
Dreams Have Long Gone
Beylik Of Afar
Figures Of Scenes; Dillusions Past The Mode

Times Of Sigh, Destined A Name In Its Right
Sold, A Resale
Captures A Scene That At Once We Had Thought It Would Die

Consign; Or Provide
Your Life, Owed To Me, It's The Way

Mark Of An Esbat Rising To His Bezant
False Life To Your Quota
The Seeds Are Planted Spawn To Power The Heir

Consign; Or Provide
Your Life, Owed To Me,
It's The Way