Luyện nghe bài hát The Creators Biggest Pride

The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently
the horizon in the west, where a small house lies...

The puppet-man is ending his workday, as the starlight peak the

He's worked all day and says goodnight to his dolls he close the door
He lives in this house, and it's his home and a way of living
Though he thought he all the secrets of his house, there's more...

'Cause tonight... the puppets are roaming the
In spite... of creatures of iron and wood
They live as as you and I
Though driven by other forces
And tonight the creator's biggest
Will make his way through the door and to take the puppet-man's life

Now the doll runs the living-room
And he's hiding in the dimly faded
Now he's the bed
And leave until the body is dead

But the creator awakes before the doll can fulfill the
And he's in amazement as he sees his hand-made mask
Of the horrifying devil he
Once so years ago
And he cannot even as the knife
Rips through his

He'll again be put back on that shelf
"Kill the flesh! the flesh!" screaming to himself
The doll is standing above the puppet-maker's
The devil-mask in blood and gore
standing, looking down
With the dripping knife still in his

Now he turns and he sees the
He's tasted and is thirsty for more
The rain is his mask as he runs through the night alone
He's shaking in as he's heading for the town.

'Cause tonight... the puppets are in town
And the villagers are lying in nighting-gowns
And now as they all have become
are immortal and cannot die
And tonight the creator's biggest
run into the world and try to take mortal men's life

He's hunting at night. Watch out for open
He's hunting at night. Perhaps you should inside?
He's at night

[The creator's biggest - Comments]

[A most funny song to work on. It turned out quite infant and childish, with the sheer wickedness and evil which are found in classical King, Fulci and Argento movies and with a pinch of Tales from the Crypt. I don't really have a why the lyric turned out like it did, but I have a sneaking feeling that the song made me do it. It's just perfect how the doll sneaks trough the living-room and hides in the dimly faded gloom...]
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