The Wrath of Khan

Derelict

dispossessed

A living relic

from the past 

From exile 

I’ve returned

Bow to my power 

succumb to your fate

I am a tyrant 

by right and design

I’m your ruler 

your destiny is mine

You will follow 

or you will die

I am your king 

you will comply

No use running

No more hiding

You will surrender

to your better

I was dormant 

but now I’ve returned

You will acknowledge 

my right to dictate