[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The One-Eyed Witch, Part 4]

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[Verse 1]
The smoky fires burned to ash, the ritual lines were small,
The final hour approached beneath the shadow of the wall.
Inside the royal kraal they watched, the network circles closed,
As the calculated framework of the matrix stood exposed.
She thought her secret chants were an everlasting force,
A magnificent world leader on a dark 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 her terrifying image just to capture all the air.
The witch was pushed into the dark, her magic thrown away,
To let the British legions march and clear the public street.
They handed out the hidden knives, they hid the deep deceit,
To sacrifice the Zulu crown and rule the human mind.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used her scary illusions just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
Deep in the dusty southern clay, the spear was left to rust,
While the plantation of the shadow rulers rose out of the dust.
The matrix turned its cold eyes north across the ocean wide,
To plan the execution where the Tsar of Russia died.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how they used these fallen thrones to reinforce the chain.
The legions ran by millions through the winter and the mud,
As 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.
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 One-Eyed Witch, Part 4] [Verse 1] The smoky fires burned to ash, the ritual lines were small, The final hour approached beneath the shadow of the wall. Inside the royal kraal they watched, the network circles closed, As the calculated framework of the matrix stood exposed. She thought her secret chants were an everlasting force, A magnificent world leader on a dark 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 her terrifying image just to capture all the air. The witch was pushed into the dark, her magic thrown away, To let the British legions march and clear the public street. They handed out the hidden knives, they hid the deep deceit, To sacrifice the Zulu crown and rule the human mind. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used her scary illusions just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] Deep in the dusty southern clay, the spear was left to rust, While the plantation of the shadow rulers rose out of the dust. The matrix turned its cold eyes north across the ocean wide, To plan the execution where the Tsar of Russia died. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how they used these fallen thrones to reinforce the chain. The legions ran by millions through the winter and the mud, As 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. 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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