[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 6]

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[Verse 1]
In the cathedral of Notre-Dame, beneath the vaulted stone,
The unsworn bishops gathered round to validate the throne.
The Pope arrived from Rome with stamps and holy oil in hand,
To register the absolute ruler of the conquered land.
But Napoleon stepped forward with a cold and burning eye,
He snatched the golden laurel crown beneath the heavy sky.
He placed it on his own head, in a flash of grand design,
Believing he had bypassed all the shadow laws divine.

[Verse 2]
The local wealthy merchants and the bankers of the square,
Smiled as his imperial pride walked straight into their snare.
They needed a dictator with a heavy iron hand,
To enforce the new civil codes across the bleeding land.
Napoleon believed his sword was sovereign and unspent,
A magnificent world leader who would never be bent.
He didn't see the layout of the deeper corporate play,
That used his coronation just to trade the youth away.

[Verse 3]
They let him wear the ermine robes and build his legal grid,
Recording every code and law to hide what masters did.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used his crown to reinforce the chain.
He thought he was the architect of Europe's new decree,
But he was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty.
The armies marched by millions through the winter and the mud,
As 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 crowns will turn to lead, the palaces will rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
Or was it pride that made them fall??

My body is a temple, pure from the very start,
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 Crown and the Sword, Part 6] [Verse 1] In the cathedral of Notre-Dame, beneath the vaulted stone, The unsworn bishops gathered round to validate the throne. The Pope arrived from Rome with stamps and holy oil in hand, To register the absolute ruler of the conquered land. But Napoleon stepped forward with a cold and burning eye, He snatched the golden laurel crown beneath the heavy sky. He placed it on his own head, in a flash of grand design, Believing he had bypassed all the shadow laws divine. [Verse 2] The local wealthy merchants and the bankers of the square, Smiled as his imperial pride walked straight into their snare. They needed a dictator with a heavy iron hand, To enforce the new civil codes across the bleeding land. Napoleon believed his sword was sovereign and unspent, A magnificent world leader who would never be bent. He didn't see the layout of the deeper corporate play, That used his coronation just to trade the youth away. [Verse 3] They let him wear the ermine robes and build his legal grid, Recording every code and law to hide what masters did. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used his crown to reinforce the chain. He thought he was the architect of Europe's new decree, But he was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty. The armies marched by millions through the winter and the mud, As 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 crowns will turn to lead, the palaces will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. Or was it pride that made them fall?? My body is a temple, pure from the very start, And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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