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

gypsy jazz, orchestral/film score, klezmer-style or klezmer-adjacent (accordion-driven, mournful)

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[Verse 1]
Out of the mud of Siberia, where the winter winds blow cold,
A strange and ghostly pilgrim rose, to do what he was told.
The machine had found its instrument, they drew his dark design,
To march him straight into the court along the financial line.
They dressed his words in holy cloaks, with fire in his gaze,
To set the entire ruling class into a frozen daze.
He thought his wild hypnotic power was sovereign and divine,
Unaware that the corporate net had planned the whole design.

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the absolute chaos while climbing up the stair.
They needed a wedge inside the house, a shadow on the floor,
To make sure that the old decrees would open up the door.
Rasputin believed his prophecy was a sacred, unspent force,
A magnificent world leader on a lawless, driving course.
He didn't see the layout of the calculated play,
That used his wild appearance just to trade the laws away!

[Verse 3]
They let him cross the borders and approach the royal space,
Recording every magic spell to frame the entire place.
No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain,
Of how the matrix used his look just to camouflage the chain.
Behind the polished mirrors, the inner script was clear,
As the shadow of the database used his name to feed the fear.
The columns marched by millions through the freezing ice and rain,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human pain!

[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 - Rasputin, Part 1] [Verse 1] Out of the mud of Siberia, where the winter winds blow cold, A strange and ghostly pilgrim rose, to do what he was told. The machine had found its instrument, they drew his dark design, To march him straight into the court along the financial line. They dressed his words in holy cloaks, with fire in his gaze, To set the entire ruling class into a frozen daze. He thought his wild hypnotic power was sovereign and divine, Unaware that the corporate net had planned the whole design. [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the absolute chaos while climbing up the stair. They needed a wedge inside the house, a shadow on the floor, To make sure that the old decrees would open up the door. Rasputin believed his prophecy was a sacred, unspent force, A magnificent world leader on a lawless, driving course. He didn't see the layout of the calculated play, That used his wild appearance just to trade the laws away! [Verse 3] They let him cross the borders and approach the royal space, Recording every magic spell to frame the entire place. No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain, Of how the matrix used his look just to camouflage the chain. Behind the polished mirrors, the inner script was clear, As the shadow of the database used his name to feed the fear. The columns marched by millions through the freezing ice and rain, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human pain! [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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