Natirar is an estate spanning 491 acres (1.99 km2) in Peapack-Gladstone, Far Hills and Bedminster, in Somerset County, New Jersey, United States. Its name is a reverse spelling of Raritan. The complex was built between 1910 and 1912. In 2003 it was sold by the estate of His Majesty, Hassan II, late King of Morocco, to Somerset County, New Jersey, and is now administered by the Somerset County Park Commission. Approximately 90 acres (360,000 m2) of the estate have been leased to develop that portion of the estate (which includes the mansion, stable/carriage barn and most of the other outbuildings) into an exclusive hotel, spa, restaurant complex.
At the end of a 1.25-mile (2.01 km) driveway within a 491-acre (1.99 km2) estate that occupies portions of three municipalities. (The main buildings and 327 acres (1.32 km2) are in the Borough of Peapack-Gladstone; 124 acres (0.50 km2) are in the Borough of Far Hills; and 40 acres (160,000 m2) are in Bedminster Township) The core buildings are south of Highland Avenue, east of Main Street/Peapack Road, north of the North Branch of the Raritan River and west of Lake Road. The main entrance, once at the Far Hills train station, is now just over the town line, nearly at the spot where Main Street (Peapack Road) crosses the North Branch of the Raritan River and New Jersey Transit's Gladstone Branch.
Wake up to face another day of
Madness, the modern world at play.
Corruption, from white and blue alike,
Serenity is jeopardised.
Envoys are delt their hands.
Barter with their deadly plans for
Power they deal and trade
Compare the guns they made - big gun.
Secrets held from humanity.
Errors kept under lock and key
Mistrust, another people lost.
Red atomic double cross - twisted cross.
Famine, plagues the lands they rape,
As they spoon feed tv tape.
Bustling nations horde their rotting wheat,
Bloated tribesmen wither in the heat.
Spotlight on the innocent,
Kiddnapping extortion oil money spent.
Justice bent the eastern way,
Stand up for freedom with your life you'll pay.
Hijackers, terror in the sky
Crackpot colonel spits it in your eye.
Shiite dies to pick a fight,
New mercedes packed with dynamite.
Torture from the hooded nations
Heads of state decapitation.
Control is their ultra plan,
Sacred blood spills upon their hands
Madman don't waste any time,
Murder inside david's shrine.
Bullets riddle wailing wall,
On bloody broken knees they crawl.
chorus:
Hooded madmen make your move,
Tell me something, what you're trying to prove?
Why won't you let me see your face?
My fire's bigger, I'll put you in your place.
Third world, deep freeze hostage plot,
Pray to your God you get caught.
All the world will hear your name,
As you proudly claim your blame.
Struggle behind the murky face,
Panic fronts the world wide race.
At random choose the blood they smear,
Thermo global fear.
Blindman leading the blind,
Mercy gets left behind.
Hopeless victims beg and plead,
Peace is what you need.
My patience is tried and worn,
The number of the flags you've torn.
I've delt with your many threats,
Faceless creature, I'll get you yet.
(repeat chorus)