Luyện nghe bài hát The Creators Biggest Pride

The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and 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 this house, and it's his and a way of living
Though he thought he all the secrets of his house, there's more...

'Cause tonight... the puppets are the room
In spite... of being creatures of iron and
They as well as you and I
driven by other forces inside
And tonight the biggest pride
Will make his way through the door and charge to the puppet-man's life

Now the doll through the living-room
And he's in the dimly faded gloom
Now approaching the bed
And leave until the body is dead

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

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

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

'Cause tonight... the puppets are killing in
And the villagers are in bloodstained nighting-gowns
And now as they all have alive
They are immortal and die
And tonight the creator's biggest
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 stay inside?
hunting at night

[The creator's pride - 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 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 sneaks trough the living-room and hides in the dimly faded gloom...]
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