[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 8]

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[Verse 1]
On the muddy fields of Waterloo, the lines were drawn in steel,
To force the final emperor before the bank to kneel.
The cannons roared all afternoon, the cavalry charged high,
Beneath the rolling thunder and a dark, indifferent sky.
He thought his military genius could break their grand design,
Unaware of the hidden gold across the British line.
But the unsworn ministers just bided time upon their floor,
Knowing that the Rothschild ledger had already settled the score!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Had financed both his rise and fall to capture all the air.
They needed him to drain the treasuries of every sovereign state,
To lock the entire continent inside a mountain of debt and fate.
The fallen emperor believed his name was an eternal force,
A magnificent world conqueror upon a tragic course.
He didn't see the layout of the calculated corporate net,
That trapped his final army just to draw the ledger and collect.

[Verse 3]
They stripped him of his ermine robes and sent him to the rock,
To watch the waves of Saint Helena and the ticking of the clock.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used his exile just to reinforce the chain.
The folders celebrate the peace, the flags fly on the square,
But the unseeable plantation was established everywhere.
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 island fortress fades away, the iron structures rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
Or was it pride that made them fall??

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 Crown and the Sword, Part 8] [Verse 1] On the muddy fields of Waterloo, the lines were drawn in steel, To force the final emperor before the bank to kneel. The cannons roared all afternoon, the cavalry charged high, Beneath the rolling thunder and a dark, indifferent sky. He thought his military genius could break their grand design, Unaware of the hidden gold across the British line. But the unsworn ministers just bided time upon their floor, Knowing that the Rothschild ledger had already settled the score! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Had financed both his rise and fall to capture all the air. They needed him to drain the treasuries of every sovereign state, To lock the entire continent inside a mountain of debt and fate. The fallen emperor believed his name was an eternal force, A magnificent world conqueror upon a tragic course. He didn't see the layout of the calculated corporate net, That trapped his final army just to draw the ledger and collect. [Verse 3] They stripped him of his ermine robes and sent him to the rock, To watch the waves of Saint Helena and the ticking of the clock. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used his exile just to reinforce the chain. The folders celebrate the peace, the flags fly on the square, But the unseeable plantation was established everywhere. 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 island fortress fades away, the iron structures rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. Or was it pride that made them fall?? 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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