Luyện nghe bài hát The Creators Biggest Pride

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

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

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

tonight... the puppets are roaming the room
In spite... of being of iron and wood
They live as as you and I
Though driven by other inside
And tonight the biggest pride
Will make his way through the and charge to take the puppet-man's life

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

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

He'll never 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
Silently standing, looking
With the dripping still in his hand

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

'Cause tonight... the puppets are killing in
And the villagers are lying in bloodstained
And now as they all become alive
They are 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 windows
He's hunting at night. Perhaps you stay inside?
He's hunting at

[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 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 how the doll sneaks trough the living-room and hides in the dimly faded gloom...]
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