[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The One-Eyed Witch, Part 1]

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[Verse 1]
She stepped out from the ancient shade, with an eye so blind and cold,
To scream a dark and ghostly script that the western folders sold.
Inside the circles of the camp, she scattered down her fear,
To force the entire population to watch her shadows near.
She thought her ritual authority was a sovereign, timeless shield,
To dictate all the prophecies upon the battle field.
But the unsworn ministers just watched from their administrative floor,
Using her terrifying image as a folder to open up the door!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the ivory trade while climbing up the stair.
They whispered through Port Natal, they hid the deep deceit,
To make sure the colonial grids would control the public street.
The witch believed her incantations were a sacred, unspent force,
A magnificent mechanical drive upon a lawless course.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated shadow play,
That used her name and her terror to trade the local laws away.

[Verse 3]
They let her weave her chants of doom and run the total net,
Recording every ritual curse to lock the ground in debt.
No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain,
Of how the machine used her look just to camouflage the chain.
She thought she was the master of Africa's new decree,
But she was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty.
The legions 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...

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 royal councils turn to ash, the iron weapons rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.

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 - The One-Eyed Witch, Part 1] [Verse 1] She stepped out from the ancient shade, with an eye so blind and cold, To scream a dark and ghostly script that the western folders sold. Inside the circles of the camp, she scattered down her fear, To force the entire population to watch her shadows near. She thought her ritual authority was a sovereign, timeless shield, To dictate all the prophecies upon the battle field. But the unsworn ministers just watched from their administrative floor, Using her terrifying image as a folder to open up the door! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the ivory trade while climbing up the stair. They whispered through Port Natal, they hid the deep deceit, To make sure the colonial grids would control the public street. The witch believed her incantations were a sacred, unspent force, A magnificent mechanical drive upon a lawless course. She didn't see the layout of the calculated shadow play, That used her name and her terror to trade the local laws away. [Verse 3] They let her weave her chants of doom and run the total net, Recording every ritual curse to lock the ground in debt. No automated signature could feel the quiet, rising strain, Of how the machine used her look just to camouflage the chain. She thought she was the master of Africa's new decree, But she was just a puppet locked in pseudo-majesty. The legions 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... 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 royal councils turn to ash, the iron weapons rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. 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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