Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Tsarina of Russia, Part 3]

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Tsar of Russia, Part 3]

[Verse 1]
Into the golden palace halls, with wild and burning eyes,
The bearded mystic took his place beneath the winter skies.
He whispered to the anxious queen, he promised her a cure,
To make her think his dark administrative path was pure.
She listened to his ghostly voice, behind the heavy doors,
While unsworn agents gathered round upon the marble floors.
She thought his healing presence was a sovereign, holy sign,
Unaware that the corporate machine had planned the whole design.

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the deep corruption while climbing up the stair.
They used his dark hypnotic words and folders full of dread,
To compromise the cabinet and turn the kingdom red.
The empress believed his power was an absolute decree,
A magnificent world savior to protect her family tree.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used the mystic's shadow just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
They let him change the ministers and run the total net,
Recording every broken law to lock the crowd in debt.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used his voice to reinforce the chain.
The whispers filled the public square, the chaos started growing,
As the shadow of the database prepared the things it's knowing.
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 3] [Verse 1] Into the golden palace halls, with wild and burning eyes, The bearded mystic took his place beneath the winter skies. He whispered to the anxious queen, he promised her a cure, To make her think his dark administrative path was pure. She listened to his ghostly voice, behind the heavy doors, While unsworn agents gathered round upon the marble floors. She thought his healing presence was a sovereign, holy sign, Unaware that the corporate machine had planned the whole design. [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the deep corruption while climbing up the stair. They used his dark hypnotic words and folders full of dread, To compromise the cabinet and turn the kingdom red. The empress believed his power was an absolute decree, A magnificent world savior to protect her family tree. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used the mystic's shadow just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They let him change the ministers and run the total net, Recording every broken law to lock the crowd in debt. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used his voice to reinforce the chain. The whispers filled the public square, the chaos started growing, As the shadow of the database prepared the things it's knowing. 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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