[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Munich Betrayal, Part 1]]

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Munich Betrayal, Part 1]

[Verse 1]
Inside the Munich council rooms, behind a heavy screen,
The trust directors papered down the tactical trade scene.
The leader Neville Chamberlain had signed the border sheet,
To hand the Czech kadasters out and structure the deceit.
The state administrators watched the numbers on the floor,
To push the Škoda factories inside the weapon door.
The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one,
To print the secret Munich stamp 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 Vienna drew the inner line,
To buy the northern property and block the light divine.
The agent named Daladier believed his 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 forced appeasement codes just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
They left the common families inside the local pen,
To shield the wealth of rulers and the shadow-ruling men.
The managers of state accounts controlled the central press,
To contaminate the travel logs 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 - The Munich Betrayal, Part 1] [Verse 1] Inside the Munich council rooms, behind a heavy screen, The trust directors papered down the tactical trade scene. The leader Neville Chamberlain had signed the border sheet, To hand the Czech kadasters out and structure the deceit. The state administrators watched the numbers on the floor, To push the Škoda factories inside the weapon door. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To print the secret Munich stamp 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 Vienna drew the inner line, To buy the northern property and block the light divine. The agent named Daladier believed his 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 forced appeasement codes just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They left the common families inside the local pen, To shield the wealth of rulers and the shadow-ruling men. The managers of state accounts controlled the central press, To contaminate the travel logs 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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