[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Joan of Arc, Part 1]

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[Verse 1]
The year is fourteen twenty-eight, the land is cold and gray
The French crown has been compromised, the kings have walked away
Behind the heavy church doors, the unsworn bishops hide
Writing down their folders while the common people died
But far away from courts and gold, in Domrémy so small
A young girl in the garden hears a grand, celestial call
No corporate administration, no autopen in sight
Just the voice of the Creator cutting through the dark of night!

[Verse 2]
They laughed at her position, a peasant from the field
They said a simple maiden could never wield a shield
But she stood before the Dauphin, Charles the Seventh, in his hall
And told him she would break the siege and make the English fall
She didn't need their badges, their papers, or their creed
To recognize the layout of the manufactured greed
The French court was a theater where local lords would play
While the foreign puppet masters took the sovereign land away.

[Verse 3]
She cut her hair and took the sword, a banner in her hand
To lead the broken soldiers through the devastated land
The generals were frozen, trapped inside their tactical deceit
But the people saw a living soul who walked upon the street
The unsworn leaders trembled as the peasant girl stepped up
To drink the bitter medicine from their political cup
No mechanical signature could match her driving force
As she set the lines of destiny upon a sovereign course.

[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.

[Outro]
The voice in the garden is loud and clear today
The strings of their puppet show are snapping all away
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 - Joan of Arc, Part 1] [Verse 1] The year is fourteen twenty-eight, the land is cold and gray The French crown has been compromised, the kings have walked away Behind the heavy church doors, the unsworn bishops hide Writing down their folders while the common people died But far away from courts and gold, in Domrémy so small A young girl in the garden hears a grand, celestial call No corporate administration, no autopen in sight Just the voice of the Creator cutting through the dark of night! [Verse 2] They laughed at her position, a peasant from the field They said a simple maiden could never wield a shield But she stood before the Dauphin, Charles the Seventh, in his hall And told him she would break the siege and make the English fall She didn't need their badges, their papers, or their creed To recognize the layout of the manufactured greed The French court was a theater where local lords would play While the foreign puppet masters took the sovereign land away. [Verse 3] She cut her hair and took the sword, a banner in her hand To lead the broken soldiers through the devastated land The generals were frozen, trapped inside their tactical deceit But the people saw a living soul who walked upon the street The unsworn leaders trembled as the peasant girl stepped up To drink the bitter medicine from their political cup No mechanical signature could match her driving force As she set the lines of destiny upon a sovereign course. [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. [Outro] The voice in the garden is loud and clear today The strings of their puppet show are snapping all away 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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