Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Tsarina of Russia, Part 2]

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Tsar of Russia, Part 2]

[Verse 1]
Inside the quiet winter rooms, behind the marble wall,
She carried a silent administrative grief before the kingdom's fall.
The young boy wept in agony, the mother watched in dread,
As the bleeding of the royal line turned all her world to red.
She hid the heavy burden from the public square outside,
Using her ancient titles and her folders full of pride.
She thought her secret isolation was a sovereign, timeless shield,
Unaware that the corporate machine already owned the field!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the national weakness while climbing up the stair.
They fed her deep anxiety with folders full of lies,
To make sure that the local crown would crumble in their eyes.
The empress believed her silence was an absolute decree,
A magnificent mechanical power to save the family tree.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used her motherly protection just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
They let her close the palace gates and run the total net,
Recording every hidden tear to lock the ground in debt.
No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain,
Of how the matrix used her fear just to camouflage the chain.
She locked the throne in darkness, far away from public sight,
While the shadow of the database turned all her day to night.
The legions marched by thousands through the ice and through the mud,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...

And they never acted like that again??
and they never acted like that again.??

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
Or was it pride that made them blind??
Did they choose to lock their mind??

God says: Your Body is MY Temple
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Tsar of Russia, Part 2] [Verse 1] Inside the quiet winter rooms, behind the marble wall, She carried a silent administrative grief before the kingdom's fall. The young boy wept in agony, the mother watched in dread, As the bleeding of the royal line turned all her world to red. She hid the heavy burden from the public square outside, Using her ancient titles and her folders full of pride. She thought her secret isolation was a sovereign, timeless shield, Unaware that the corporate machine already owned the field! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the national weakness while climbing up the stair. They fed her deep anxiety with folders full of lies, To make sure that the local crown would crumble in their eyes. The empress believed her silence was an absolute decree, A magnificent mechanical power to save the family tree. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used her motherly protection just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They let her close the palace gates and run the total net, Recording every hidden tear to lock the ground in debt. No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain, Of how the matrix used her fear just to camouflage the chain. She locked the throne in darkness, far away from public sight, While the shadow of the database turned all her day to night. The legions marched by thousands through the ice and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... And they never acted like that again?? and they never acted like that again.?? Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. Or was it pride that made them blind?? Did they choose to lock their mind?? God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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