Luyện nghe bài hát The Creators Biggest Pride

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

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

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

Now the doll runs the living-room
And he's 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 as he sees his hand-made mask
Of the horrifying he made
so many years ago
And he cannot even scream as the
Rips his throat

He'll never again be put back on that
"Kill the flesh! the flesh!" screaming to himself
The is standing above the puppet-maker's corpse
The devil-mask in blood and gore
Silently standing, looking
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 cleansing his mask as he runs through the alone
He's shaking in tension as he's for the town.

'Cause tonight... the are killing in town
And the are lying 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 world and try to take men's life

He's at night. Watch out for open windows
He's hunting at night. Perhaps you should 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 doll sneaks trough the living-room and in the dimly faded gloom...]
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