Strings of Dominion

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Mark Fender

mastrodicarte

blues, acoustic, singer-songwriter

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[Pre-Chorus]
The feast they offer hides a hollow core,
A gilded mask upon an iron door.

[Chorus]
I see the strings that pull the puppet’s hand,
The hidden craft that twists the heart and land.
With every breath, I sever what they weave,
No willing thrall to serve the king’s decree.
Through shadowed arts and subtle chains I stand,
And break the spell that holds the captive band.

[Verse 2]
They kindle fires of fear to herd the throng,
Divide the house where once there stood as one.
With measured lies they shape the common mind,
And turn the free to serve what they designed.
The labor of the many, reaped as due,
Is piled in vaults where only masters view.

[Pre-Chorus]
Yet in the stillness, truth begins to wake,
A spark that no dominion can forsake.

[Bridge]
The wheel turns round, the same unbroken thread,
Through every age, the same designs are bred.
The voice that bids a nation to its knees,
The hand that cloaks its profit in decrees.
But one who sees will never bend or break,
The woven snare is fragile once unmade.

[Final Chorus]
I see the strings that pull the puppet’s hand,
The hidden craft that twists the heart and land.
With every breath, I sever what they weave,
No willing thrall to serve the king’s decree.
From shadowed arts to open, fearless sight,
I rise to loose the bonds of endless night.

[Outro]
The strings are seen, the hidden hands laid bare,
The craft unwinds, and none are bound to wear
The woven chains of dominion’s silent reign.
The truth endures where all their arts have waned.

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[Verse 1] In shadowed halls where old men carve their gain, They spin the tale that binds the willing chain. With honeyed words and banners raised on high, They summon men to march beneath their sky. A promise forged in whispers, sharp as steel, To cloak their greed within a common zeal. [Pre-Chorus] The feast they offer hides a hollow core, A gilded mask upon an iron door. [Chorus] I see the strings that pull the puppet’s hand, The hidden craft that twists the heart and land. With every breath, I sever what they weave, No willing thrall to serve the king’s decree. Through shadowed arts and subtle chains I stand, And break the spell that holds the captive band. [Verse 2] They kindle fires of fear to herd the throng, Divide the house where once there stood as one. With measured lies they shape the common mind, And turn the free to serve what they designed. The labor of the many, reaped as due, Is piled in vaults where only masters view. [Pre-Chorus] Yet in the stillness, truth begins to wake, A spark that no dominion can forsake. [Chorus] I see the strings that pull the puppet’s hand, The hidden craft that twists the heart and land. With every breath, I sever what they weave, No willing thrall to serve the king’s decree. Through shadowed arts and subtle chains I stand, And break the spell that holds the captive band. [Bridge] The wheel turns round, the same unbroken thread, Through every age, the same designs are bred. The voice that bids a nation to its knees, The hand that cloaks its profit in decrees. But one who sees will never bend or break, The woven snare is fragile once unmade. [Final Chorus] I see the strings that pull the puppet’s hand, The hidden craft that twists the heart and land. With every breath, I sever what they weave, No willing thrall to serve the king’s decree. From shadowed arts to open, fearless sight, I rise to loose the bonds of endless night. [Outro] The strings are seen, the hidden hands laid bare, The craft unwinds, and none are bound to wear The woven chains of dominion’s silent reign. The truth endures where all their arts have waned.

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