[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Shaka Zulu, Part 4]

gypsy jazz, tribal, folk/jazz fusion (acoustic)

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[Verse 1]
The autumn fires burned to ash, the empire was undone,
The final hour approached beneath a cold and bleeding sun.
Inside the royal kraal they watched, the shadow circles closed,
As the calculated framework of the matrix stood exposed.
He thought his iron legions were an everlasting force,
A magnificent world leader on a fierce and lawless course.
But the unsworn ministers just smiled upon their corporate floor,
Knowing that the border lines were opening up the door!

[Verse 2]
The international bankers and the merchants of the square,
Had used the shadow in his house to capture all the air.
Mkabayi whispered in the dark, she turned his mind to gray,
To make sure his own bloodlines would throw his life away.
They handed out the hidden blades, they hid the deep deceit,
To let his brothers strike him down and clear the public street.
He didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used his family's betrayal to settle down their debt!

[Verse 3]
In September eighteen twenty-eight, the spear fell in the dust,
To prove that all the manufactured thrones will turn to rust.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used his death to reinforce the chain.
The folders celebrate the peace, the British flags fly high,
But the unseeable plantation came rolling from the sky.
Yet far above their banking grids, the law of life stays high,
The pure light of the universe can never tell a lie!

[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 kraals will 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 - Shaka Zulu, Part 4] [Verse 1] The autumn fires burned to ash, the empire was undone, The final hour approached beneath a cold and bleeding sun. Inside the royal kraal they watched, the shadow circles closed, As the calculated framework of the matrix stood exposed. He thought his iron legions were an everlasting force, A magnificent world leader on a fierce and lawless course. But the unsworn ministers just smiled upon their corporate floor, Knowing that the border lines were opening up the door! [Verse 2] The international bankers and the merchants of the square, Had used the shadow in his house to capture all the air. Mkabayi whispered in the dark, she turned his mind to gray, To make sure his own bloodlines would throw his life away. They handed out the hidden blades, they hid the deep deceit, To let his brothers strike him down and clear the public street. He didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used his family's betrayal to settle down their debt! [Verse 3] In September eighteen twenty-eight, the spear fell in the dust, To prove that all the manufactured thrones will turn to rust. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used his death to reinforce the chain. The folders celebrate the peace, the British flags fly high, But the unseeable plantation came rolling from the sky. Yet far above their banking grids, the law of life stays high, The pure light of the universe can never tell a lie! [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 kraals will 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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