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

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

He's worked all day and says goodnight to his dolls before he close the
He lives in this 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
They as well as you and I
Though driven by other forces
And tonight the biggest pride
Will make his way through the door and to take the puppet-man's life

Now the runs through the living-room
And he's hiding in the faded gloom
Now approaching the bed
And won't leave the body is dead

But the creator awakes before the doll can the task
And he's paralyzed in as he sees his hand-made mask
Of the horrifying devil he
so many years ago
And he even scream as the knife
Rips his throat

He'll never again be put back on that
"Kill the flesh! Kill the flesh!" to himself
The doll is standing the puppet-maker's corpse
The devil-mask covered in and gore
Silently standing, down
the dripping knife still in his hand

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

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

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

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[A most 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 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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