Verse 1 On the chessboard of the world the strings are being pulled Speeches of freedom but the people are suffering hunger misery lack of medicine denied education a dictatorship disguised as democracy with military power hypocrisy and no morals. They invade and steal resources: gold gas oil lithium impoverishing the people and their communities while the elite continue to grow richer The giant from the north comes with its boot and its ambition calling pure intervention democracy They speak of peace in the media with paper medals while the skies shatter under a fire of iron and ice Pre-Chorus The Nobel Peace Prize surrenders to the throne of power giving away a gold Nobel that it couldn't defend And in Oslo the silence screams ethics crumble corruption is shown to the world without morals ethics and dishonor When peace is handed over to those who promote their hypocrisy and greed with bombs, the bought press supports them at all times Chorus It is demopetrocracy the theft of The nation and its people suffer from their very core They disguise their dirty and vile ambition as saviors It is the democrat-resourceocracy the hunger of the people and the nation Stealing oil and lithium while leaving us with grief while humanity sinks into eternal silence Avarice and greed the politician has no mercy But above them reigns the Holy Will of Holy God the Almighty Father. Before heavenly justice they will be played like monsters Verse 2 It's not only in Latin America Asia and Africa it's the whole world in flames. In Gaza and Congo cries for help are heard their dreams are shattered The great powers mistreat their own people while seeking freedom for other nations. If they don't have oil and resources they are left out of the game The double-faced power that understands no borders They say they come to save us, that they bring blessings but the reality is pure war But they only come for gold, gas, and concessions Bridge Where is God Father of all? Power It lies in the cry of the child who has nothing to eat It lies in the hand of the poor who share their ration far from palaces and their false prayers Man's justice is bought with a barrel while divine justice remains firm in humble kind hearts until death Verse 3 The masks have fallen in this winter January Greedy politicians making pacts with hell Powers at the table dividing the spoils while the people in the streets see no end to their suffering Poverty and misery are sown by those who speak of freedom trampling with their ego on true brotherhood Final Chorus It is petro-democracy the theft of the nation They disguise their dirty and vile ambition as saviors It is resource-democracy the hunger of the people Though they steal our land they will not steal our heavens Avarice and greed the politician has no mercy but at the end of time the Holy One will triumph Will Closing Holy God the Father look upon Your children Peace is not a medal it is th bread of the humble god bless

morality, ethics, politicians, and the people