Sivas (Armenian: Սեբաստիա; Latin: Sebastia, Sebastea, Sebasteia, Sebaste) is a city in central Turkey and the seat of Sivas Province. According to a 2011 estimate, its urban population is 425,297.
The city, which lies at an elevation of 4,193 feet (1,278 m) in the broad valley of the Kızılırmak river, is a moderately-sized trade center and industrial city, although the economy has traditionally been based on agriculture. Rail repair shops and a thriving manufacturing industry of rugs, bricks, cement, and cotton and woolen textiles form the mainstays of the city's economy. The surrounding region is a cereal-producing area with large deposits of iron ore which are worked at Divriği.
Sivas is also a communications hub for the north-south and east-west trade routes to Iraq and Iran, respectively. With the development of railways, the city gained new economic importance as junction of important rail lines linking the cities of Ankara, Kayseri, Samsun, and Erzurum. The city is linked by air to Istanbul.
Sivas Torbati (Persian: سیواس تربتی), better known by the mononym Sivas stylized as S!VAS, is a Danish rapper of Iranian origin. He is signed to Sony Music.
He resided in Brøndby Strand famous for a number of rap and hip hop acts in Denmark. He later moved to Smørum near Tingbjerg and finally Copenhagen. His debut EP was d.a.u.d.a. released on Forbandet Ungdom, a sub-label of Disco:wax, and distributed by Sony.
Sivas is an electoral district of the Grand National Assembly of Turkey. It elects two members of parliament (deputies) to represent the province of the same name for a four-year term by the D'Hondt method, a party-list proportional representation system.
Population reviews of each electoral district are conducted before each general election, which can lead to certain districts being granted a smaller or greater number of parliamentary seats. The number of seats allocated to Sivas has gradually fallen over the last half-century from a high of fifteen in the 1950s to four seats today.
Coordinates: 39°32′N 37°24′E / 39.533°N 37.400°E / 39.533; 37.400
You were the last I tell myself
The last of those I robbed of health
I doubt myself my restraint
Can I live without your pain?
Prominently on display in my living room
Stuffed and treated, none could assume
That I'm a fucking psycho, polishing my trophies
Casually glancing as they decay slowly
Possessed by their glazed eyes and their pale cold lips
Each room macabre
For some too much
My collection complete
My purpose obsolete
Would you believe
I still feel the need
To disembowel those
Filled with greed
Maybe one more, her blood will stain my floor
Swept under the rug, beaten and drugged
Praying for mercy, this may be sloppy
Organs on display, I revel in the pain
Softly caress your heart in my hands