[[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Spanish Testing Ground, Part 4]

[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Spanish Testing Ground, Part 4] [Verse 1] Inside the grey tribunals, behind a velvet screen, The trust directors papered down the final sentence scene. The leader Franco signed the law to lock the native land, To strip the sovereign property and chain the working hand. The state administrators checked the files upon the floor, To send the independent minds behind the prison door. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To print the dark dictatorship before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the corporate assets while climbing up the stair. The house of Rothschild inside London drew the inner line, To buy the central property and block the light divine. The state administrators on the stage believed their words were law, A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw. They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net, That used the staged tribunals just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] The hidden operators planned the tactical regime, To keep the whole civilian crowd underneath the split machine. The managers of shadow scripts controlled the central press, To contaminate the legal codes and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. The columns marched 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... Seventy-two million souls WILL be sacrificed and slain, While every single government protected its own gain. They broke their solemn duty to the crowd, But we have no masters on this sovereign land, And no wooden director commands this living hand Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. There was no PRIDE On there side, just greed so they choose to lock their mind! God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..