[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Shaka Zulu, Part 1]

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[Verse 1]
Out of the jagged eastern hills, beneath the burning sun,
He forged a hard administrative grid before the race was won.
He threw away the old traditions, banned the flying spear,
To force the entire population into a kooi of martial fear.
With the short iron blade held tight inside their naked hand,
He taught his soldiers how to run and march across the bleeding land.
He thought his tribal order 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 ivory trade while climbing up the stair.
They whispered through Port Natal, they hid the deep deceit,
To make sure the colonial grids would capture all the street.
Shaka believed his discipline was a sacred, unspent force,
A magnificent mechanical drive upon a conqueror's course.
He didn't see the layout of the calculated play,
That used his iron regulations just to trade the youth away!

[Verse 3]
They let him expand his boundaries and run the total net,
Recording every fallen tribe to lock the ground in debt.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used his terror just to camouflage the chain.
He thought he was the master of his own supreme decree,
But he was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty.
The legions ran by thousands through the dust and through the blood,
As the shadow rulers ran the numbers on the global flood!

[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 royal kraals will turn to ash, the iron weapons rust,
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 - Shaka Zulu, Part 1] [Verse 1] Out of the jagged eastern hills, beneath the burning sun, He forged a hard administrative grid before the race was won. He threw away the old traditions, banned the flying spear, To force the entire population into a kooi of martial fear. With the short iron blade held tight inside their naked hand, He taught his soldiers how to run and march across the bleeding land. He thought his tribal order 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 ivory trade while climbing up the stair. They whispered through Port Natal, they hid the deep deceit, To make sure the colonial grids would capture all the street. Shaka believed his discipline was a sacred, unspent force, A magnificent mechanical drive upon a conqueror's course. He didn't see the layout of the calculated play, That used his iron regulations just to trade the youth away! [Verse 3] They let him expand his boundaries and run the total net, Recording every fallen tribe to lock the ground in debt. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used his terror just to camouflage the chain. He thought he was the master of his own supreme decree, But he was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty. The legions ran by thousands through the dust and through the blood, As the shadow rulers ran the numbers on the global flood! [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 royal kraals will turn to ash, the iron weapons rust, 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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