The Baron ft. Out Of Orion Lyrics

I never trust a traitor

Even one I create for myself

The sand in our eyes

The stink in our meals

Ever standing in our way

The arrogant Atreides

Atreides

We have loathed them for centuries

You, Beast, will squeeze

Like the grips of a vice

Till our coffers become fat

With the profits of spice

The rationale?

Why you need me alive?

To think

To plot

To ever divide

I tolerate your incompetence not for sport

But for all the damage and Dissent it has wrought

Let the emperor mock

House Harkonnen

Call us swine

In the end, his throne will be mine!

He must appreciate what I've done to him.

To know that I, the baron

Am the tool of his family's demise

Spice is the one thing important enough

To draw his royal pleasure

To the fringes of the empire

Where he is vulnerable...

He can be reached!