[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Austria and Hitler, Part 1]

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[Verse 1]
Inside the border custom towns, behind a heavy screen,
The trust directors papered down the early childhood scene.
The father Alois held the cane to strike the youth by day,
To break the human heritage and drive the peace away.
The teacher Leopold Pötsch designed the classroom from the floor,
To feed the young and kneedable mind with grand alliance law.
The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one,
To cage the little boy's domain before the race was won!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the managers of the square,
Calculated the private funds while climbing up the stair.
The house of Rothschild inside Wenen drew the inner line,
To buy the central property and block the light divine.
The state administrators on the stage believed their words were law,
A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw.
They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net,
That used the homeless painter boy just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
They used the ancient tribes of God to play the tragic part,
To camouflage the liquidation and freeze the local heart.
The managers of public funds controlled the central press,
To contaminate the childhood years and maintain the long distress.
The living witnesses today still look back at the frame,
How every single government has played the lying game.
The columns marched by thousands through the dust 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...

Seventy-two million souls WILL be sacrificed and slain,
While every single government protected its own gain.
They broke their solemn duty to the crowd,
But we have no masters on this sovereign land,
And no wooden director commands this living hand

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.
There was no PRIDE On there side, 
just greed so 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 - Austria and Hitler, Part 1] [Verse 1] Inside the border custom towns, behind a heavy screen, The trust directors papered down the early childhood scene. The father Alois held the cane to strike the youth by day, To break the human heritage and drive the peace away. The teacher Leopold Pötsch designed the classroom from the floor, To feed the young and kneedable mind with grand alliance law. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To cage the little boy's domain before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the private funds while climbing up the stair. The house of Rothschild inside Wenen drew the inner line, To buy the central property and block the light divine. The state administrators on the stage believed their words were law, A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw. They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net, That used the homeless painter boy just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They used the ancient tribes of God to play the tragic part, To camouflage the liquidation and freeze the local heart. The managers of public funds controlled the central press, To contaminate the childhood years and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. The columns marched by thousands through the dust 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... Seventy-two million souls WILL be sacrificed and slain, While every single government protected its own gain. They broke their solemn duty to the crowd, But we have no masters on this sovereign land, And no wooden director commands this living hand 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. There was no PRIDE On there side, just greed so 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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