[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 4]

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[Verse 1]
The port of Toulon was burning cold beneath a stormy night,
The foreign fleets were closing in to dominate the fight.
The local governors trembled deep inside their paper hall,
Too broken for the strategy, too afraid to face the fall.
But young Napoleon stepped up, the maps inside his hand,
To deploy the heavy artillery across the shattered land.
He thought he held a secret plan to make the nation grand,
Unaware the bankers' ledger books directed his command.

[Verse 2]
He calculated every hill, the angle and the space,
To unleash the roaring iron storms upon the harbor's face.
The unsworn politicians watched his cold, mechanical force,
Using his brilliant hunger just to steer their global course.
The infantry of Jan Soldaat—no, the soldiers of the line,
Marched blindly through the fire grids inside the dark design.
He believed his rising star was free from every central yoke,
A master of the battlefield cutting through the smoke.

[Verse 3]
They let him win the fortress walls to clear their dirty stage,
To register his victory inside their corporate page.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the machine used his sword to reinforce the chain.
The victory belonged to Rome and to the banking square,
Exchanging royal structures for a new electronic snare.
But even in the shadow of his tactical calculation,
The true Creator holds the lines of every living nation!

[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 smoke of battle dies away, the iron cannon rusts,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
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 4] [Verse 1] The port of Toulon was burning cold beneath a stormy night, The foreign fleets were closing in to dominate the fight. The local governors trembled deep inside their paper hall, Too broken for the strategy, too afraid to face the fall. But young Napoleon stepped up, the maps inside his hand, To deploy the heavy artillery across the shattered land. He thought he held a secret plan to make the nation grand, Unaware the bankers' ledger books directed his command. [Verse 2] He calculated every hill, the angle and the space, To unleash the roaring iron storms upon the harbor's face. The unsworn politicians watched his cold, mechanical force, Using his brilliant hunger just to steer their global course. The infantry of Jan Soldaat—no, the soldiers of the line, Marched blindly through the fire grids inside the dark design. He believed his rising star was free from every central yoke, A master of the battlefield cutting through the smoke. [Verse 3] They let him win the fortress walls to clear their dirty stage, To register his victory inside their corporate page. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the machine used his sword to reinforce the chain. The victory belonged to Rome and to the banking square, Exchanging royal structures for a new electronic snare. But even in the shadow of his tactical calculation, The true Creator holds the lines of every living nation! [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 smoke of battle dies away, the iron cannon rusts, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. 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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