[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Shaka Zulu, Part 2]

gypsy jazz, world music, tribal (driving percussion)

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[Verse 1]
They brought the folders to his kraal, with promises of gold,
A trans-atlantic treaty that the British merchants sold.
They spoke of London's royal courts, of titles and renown,
To bring the mighty Zulu king before the global crown.
They invited his prime embassy to board the wooden deck,
To sail across the open seas without a single check.
He thought his iron discipline was honored by their state,
Unaware that the machine had already sealed his fate!

[Verse 2]
The international bankers and the agents of the square,
Smiled as his trusted councilors walked straight into their snare.
They steered the ship across the coast, but under gesloten doors,
They kept them trapped inside the bay upon the southern shores.
Shaka believed his diplomats would face the British king,
To bring a sovereign blessing that the western law would ring.
He didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used the embassy as bait to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
Month after month they held them there, beneath an empty sky,
To spy upon his regiments and watch his empire die.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used the ship to reinforce the chain.
He saw the grand illusion fade, the contract was a lie,
As the shadow of the database came rolling from on high.
The legions ran 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 wooden vessels turn to rot, the coastal fortresses 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 2] [Verse 1] They brought the folders to his kraal, with promises of gold, A trans-atlantic treaty that the British merchants sold. They spoke of London's royal courts, of titles and renown, To bring the mighty Zulu king before the global crown. They invited his prime embassy to board the wooden deck, To sail across the open seas without a single check. He thought his iron discipline was honored by their state, Unaware that the machine had already sealed his fate! [Verse 2] The international bankers and the agents of the square, Smiled as his trusted councilors walked straight into their snare. They steered the ship across the coast, but under gesloten doors, They kept them trapped inside the bay upon the southern shores. Shaka believed his diplomats would face the British king, To bring a sovereign blessing that the western law would ring. He didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used the embassy as bait to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] Month after month they held them there, beneath an empty sky, To spy upon his regiments and watch his empire die. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used the ship to reinforce the chain. He saw the grand illusion fade, the contract was a lie, As the shadow of the database came rolling from on high. The legions ran 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 wooden vessels turn to rot, the coastal fortresses 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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