[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Germany and Eva Braun, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
Inside the alpine mountain blocks, behind a heavy screen,
The trust directors papered down the silent prison scene.
The agent Hitler kept the lock to bar the world away,
To hide the secret shadow bride and guide her youth away.
The state administrators watched the folders from the floor,
To seal the silent sanctuary behind the mountain door.
The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one,
To cage the hidden sanctuary 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 London drew the inner line,
To buy the strategic 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 forced seclusion just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
The hidden operators planned the tactical regime,
To keep the sovereign population underneath the split machine.
The managers of censorship controlled the central press,
To contaminate the public records 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 - Germany and Eva Braun, Part 2] [Verse 1] Inside the alpine mountain blocks, behind a heavy screen, The trust directors papered down the silent prison scene. The agent Hitler kept the lock to bar the world away, To hide the secret shadow bride and guide her youth away. The state administrators watched the folders from the floor, To seal the silent sanctuary behind the mountain door. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To cage the hidden sanctuary 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 London drew the inner line, To buy the strategic 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 forced seclusion just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] The hidden operators planned the tactical regime, To keep the sovereign population underneath the split machine. The managers of censorship controlled the central press, To contaminate the public records 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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