[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Joan of Arc, Part 3]

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[Verse 1]
They locked her in a iron cage, the unsworn judges came
With folders full of legal lies to slate her holy name
The Bishop Cauchon pulled the strings inside that rigged design
To trade the living maiden for the local church's line
They asked her trick questions under shadow of the wall
To trap her words in paragraphs and make her spirit fall
But she looked through their theater, their paper, and their text
And told them that the judgment of the Lord was coming next!

[Verse 2]
No king stepped up to save her, no general drew his blade
The court of Charles the Seventh forgot the path she made
They took the cities she had won, they took her shining hours
Then left her all alone against the phantom legal powers
In May of fourteen thirty-one, the firewood was high
They lit the sparks in Rouen's square beneath a heavy sky
But as the flames were closing in, her voice was clear and proud
She held her cross and called to God above the silent crowd!

[Verse 3]
The smoke arose, the wood turned black, the mortal form was gone
But in the harts of Jan Soldaat, her legacy marched on
The executioner turned pale, he saw what they had done
They tried to burn a living light but only found the sun
The local lords wrote down the codes, the kille files closed tight
To register her sacrifice inside their legal night
But no mechanical signature could keep her spirit chained
As they realized that nothing of their phantom grip remained!

[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 ashes fell into the stream, the fire dies away
The manufactured power grids are breaking down today
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 3] [Verse 1] They locked her in a iron cage, the unsworn judges came With folders full of legal lies to slate her holy name The Bishop Cauchon pulled the strings inside that rigged design To trade the living maiden for the local church's line They asked her trick questions under shadow of the wall To trap her words in paragraphs and make her spirit fall But she looked through their theater, their paper, and their text And told them that the judgment of the Lord was coming next! [Verse 2] No king stepped up to save her, no general drew his blade The court of Charles the Seventh forgot the path she made They took the cities she had won, they took her shining hours Then left her all alone against the phantom legal powers In May of fourteen thirty-one, the firewood was high They lit the sparks in Rouen's square beneath a heavy sky But as the flames were closing in, her voice was clear and proud She held her cross and called to God above the silent crowd! [Verse 3] The smoke arose, the wood turned black, the mortal form was gone But in the harts of Jan Soldaat, her legacy marched on The executioner turned pale, he saw what they had done They tried to burn a living light but only found the sun The local lords wrote down the codes, the kille files closed tight To register her sacrifice inside their legal night But no mechanical signature could keep her spirit chained As they realized that nothing of their phantom grip remained! [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 ashes fell into the stream, the fire dies away The manufactured power grids are breaking down today 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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