Luyện nghe bài hát The Creators Biggest Pride

The sun sets at last, sliding and silently 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 alone in this house, and it's his home and a way of living
Though he he knew all the secrets of his house, there's more...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[The creator's biggest pride -

[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 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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