[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Joan of Arc, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
Orléans was burning down, the walls were choked in smoke
The English lords were closing in to seal the heavy yoke
The French commanders hid in tents, writing down delay
Too afraid to take a stand, too broken for the fray
But Joan stepped through the city gates, a banner in her hand
To wake the sleeping spirit of the ordinary land
She looked the generals in the eye and said their time was done
The theater of cowardice would vanish in the sun!

[Verse 2]
An arrow pierced her shoulder deep, they thought that she would fall
But she stood up with burning eyes beneath the fortress wall
The soldiers saw her organic force and charged into the night
Shattering the phantom lines and breaking through the fight
In just nine days the siege was crushed, the puppet kings exposed
The gates that had been locked so tight were finally unclosed
The laffe elites could only watch from their administrative floor
As the peasant maiden broke the chains and opened up the door!

[Verse 3]
The local lords began to scheme, their jealousy grew high
They saw a power from the ground they couldn't control or buy
She marched the Dauphin to his crown in Reims' cathedral hall
But behind the festive banners, they were plotting for her fall
They used her sword to win their war, to clean their dirty stage
Then prepared to lock the living soul inside a legal cage
No mechanical illusion could deny the path she made
As she carved the lines of history with an unsworn, silver blade!

[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.

[Outro]
The battlefield is quiet now, the smoke is clearing fast
The manufactured power grids are breaking at the last
My body is a temple, pure from the very start
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 - Joan of Arc, Part 2] [Verse 1] Orléans was burning down, the walls were choked in smoke The English lords were closing in to seal the heavy yoke The French commanders hid in tents, writing down delay Too afraid to take a stand, too broken for the fray But Joan stepped through the city gates, a banner in her hand To wake the sleeping spirit of the ordinary land She looked the generals in the eye and said their time was done The theater of cowardice would vanish in the sun! [Verse 2] An arrow pierced her shoulder deep, they thought that she would fall But she stood up with burning eyes beneath the fortress wall The soldiers saw her organic force and charged into the night Shattering the phantom lines and breaking through the fight In just nine days the siege was crushed, the puppet kings exposed The gates that had been locked so tight were finally unclosed The laffe elites could only watch from their administrative floor As the peasant maiden broke the chains and opened up the door! [Verse 3] The local lords began to scheme, their jealousy grew high They saw a power from the ground they couldn't control or buy She marched the Dauphin to his crown in Reims' cathedral hall But behind the festive banners, they were plotting for her fall They used her sword to win their war, to clean their dirty stage Then prepared to lock the living soul inside a legal cage No mechanical illusion could deny the path she made As she carved the lines of history with an unsworn, silver blade! [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. [Outro] The battlefield is quiet now, the smoke is clearing fast The manufactured power grids are breaking at the last My body is a temple, pure from the very start And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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