Prince of Persia

Seething with desire, and lust...
All is yours. Everything within your grasp.
What is your subjects, is yours.
What is yours belongs to you.
Every vehicle belongs to you...
Chariots of steel, chariots of iron,
Chariots of plastic might...
All belongs to you.
How your springs beneath your citadel 
Are envied. How you desire,
And you love your desire.
Lust's fruits and every pleasure you exuberantly fill
Your mouth with. Great zeel, great desire...
The citizen you see, his sustenance you wish to be yours.
Covetous, covetous, covetous.
Rain, you wish to make it rain.
Sun, you wish to make it sun.
Wind, storm, tempest, you wish to rise to the status of God in Heaven.
Your princedom you shepherd with the Recitation of your father's words.
And they do your bidding, but nothing they have belongs to them.
You bring forth your chariots, and you ride in them through the heavens...
A god of gods, you ride, like Mithra, and you carry the sun in your chariot of fire.
You want all in subjection to you...
Every cent of wealth in your chambers.
You have no peer. 
You comfort yourself with this wisdom.
None who rival you with your wisdom, none who will rival your fame and fortune.
The peoples will bow in their mud crust shanties, and they will worship you...
It is your vision for the future you wish to construct.
Everything about life you are enthused, and it excites you.
The feast, the game, the war, the contest, the wit...
All art, all theater, all ancient pottery.
If it is truly skilled, you wish it to enrich you...
And only you. Only you, to view it.
All art, and all beauty, in your possession
And for no other eye beside you, and possibly those whom you bestow the blessing
Within your court.
The courtier, the poet, the sage, the scholar, the master, the magician, the fool,
They all entertain you, and those whom you have selected from the Earth
To be your gods who reign with you.