[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Shaka Zulu, Part 3]

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[Verse 1]
The sails returned from southern bays, the empty hands were clear,
To face the hard administration and the rising corporate fear.
The royal council stepped ashore beneath the fading sun,
To tell the king that all the treaties were already undone.
He saw the grand illusion drop, the bitter truth awake,
Refusing to accept the paper kooi the western rules would make.
He thought his fierce authority was absolute and high,
Unaware that the corporate machine had planned how he would die.

[Verse 2]
The international bankers and the merchants of the square,
Recorded every military path while climbing up the stair.
They used the long delay of ships to plot the border line,
To compromise his battle plans and break the old design.
Shaka believed his discipline was a sacred, unspent force,
A magnificent mechanical drive upon a desperate course.
He didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used his broken embassy to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
Inside the kraal the whispers grew, the fire lines were low,
The shadow of the database was setting up the blow.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used his weakness just to grease the chain.
They mapped his entire country out through dust and through the mud,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood.
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 royal councils fade away, the iron weapons 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 3] [Verse 1] The sails returned from southern bays, the empty hands were clear, To face the hard administration and the rising corporate fear. The royal council stepped ashore beneath the fading sun, To tell the king that all the treaties were already undone. He saw the grand illusion drop, the bitter truth awake, Refusing to accept the paper kooi the western rules would make. He thought his fierce authority was absolute and high, Unaware that the corporate machine had planned how he would die. [Verse 2] The international bankers and the merchants of the square, Recorded every military path while climbing up the stair. They used the long delay of ships to plot the border line, To compromise his battle plans and break the old design. Shaka believed his discipline was a sacred, unspent force, A magnificent mechanical drive upon a desperate course. He didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used his broken embassy to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] Inside the kraal the whispers grew, the fire lines were low, The shadow of the database was setting up the blow. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used his weakness just to grease the chain. They mapped his entire country out through dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood. 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 royal councils fade away, the iron weapons 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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