Luyện nghe bài hát The Creators Biggest Pride

The sun sets at last, slowly and silently down
'Low the horizon in the west, where a house lies...

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

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

'Cause tonight... the are roaming the room
In spite... of being creatures of and wood
live as well as you and I
Though driven by other forces
And tonight the creator's pride
Will make his way the door and charge to take the puppet-man's life

Now the runs through the living-room
And hiding in the dimly faded gloom
Now approaching the bed
And leave until the body is dead

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

He'll never again be put back on shelf
"Kill the flesh! Kill the flesh!" screaming to
The doll is above the puppet-maker's corpse
The covered in blood and gore
Silently standing, looking
With the knife still in his hand

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

'Cause tonight... the puppets are killing in
And the villagers are lying in nighting-gowns
And now as they all become alive
They are immortal and die
And tonight the creator's pride
Will run into the 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 stay
He's at night

[The creator's biggest - Comments]

[A most funny song to work on. It turned out 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 clue 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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