[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Tsar of Russia, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
The twilight settled on the northern coast, the autumn leaves were dead,
As the shadow of a grand betrayal turned the royal pages red.
The Tsar looked out across the sea, he saw the dark storm rise,
And turned toward his British blood beneath the heavy skies.
He wrote a letter to his cousin, the keeper of the western crown,
To ask for shelter and a port to quiet all the town.
He thought their shared imperial lineage was a sacred, timeless shield,
Unaware that the corporate machine already owned the field!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the family sacrifice while climbing up the stair.
The Rothschild firms in London town had drawn the inner line,
To force King George to close the ports and block the light divine.
The British monarch turned away, he chose the banking net,
Leaving his identical cousin trapped inside the ledger debt.
The Tsar believed their royal pact was an absolute decree,
Unaware that the global directors had already set the fee!

[Verse 3]
They let the rescue vessels stay, they left them at the shore,
Recording every broken bond behind the counting door.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the shadow families were reinforcing the chain.
They used his verblindende trots, his trust in family name,
To make sure that the iron trap would finalize the game.
The columns marched by millions 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 2] [Verse 1] The twilight settled on the northern coast, the autumn leaves were dead, As the shadow of a grand betrayal turned the royal pages red. The Tsar looked out across the sea, he saw the dark storm rise, And turned toward his British blood beneath the heavy skies. He wrote a letter to his cousin, the keeper of the western crown, To ask for shelter and a port to quiet all the town. He thought their shared imperial lineage was a sacred, timeless shield, Unaware that the corporate machine already owned the field! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the family sacrifice while climbing up the stair. The Rothschild firms in London town had drawn the inner line, To force King George to close the ports and block the light divine. The British monarch turned away, he chose the banking net, Leaving his identical cousin trapped inside the ledger debt. The Tsar believed their royal pact was an absolute decree, Unaware that the global directors had already set the fee! [Verse 3] They let the rescue vessels stay, they left them at the shore, Recording every broken bond behind the counting door. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the shadow families were reinforcing the chain. They used his verblindende trots, his trust in family name, To make sure that the iron trap would finalize the game. The columns marched by millions 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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