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 goodnight to his dolls before he close the door
He lives alone in this house, and it's his home and a way of
he thought he knew all the secrets of his house, there's more...

'Cause tonight... the are roaming the room
In spite... of creatures of iron and wood
live as well as you and I
Though driven by other forces
And tonight the creator's pride
Will make his way through the door and charge to take the 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 creator awakes before the can fulfill the task
And he's paralyzed in amazement as he his hand-made mask
Of the horrifying devil he
Once so years ago
And he cannot scream as the knife
through his throat

He'll never again be put on that shelf
"Kill the flesh! the flesh!" screaming to himself
The doll is standing above the corpse
The devil-mask in blood and gore
Silently standing, looking
With the knife still in his hand

Now he turns and he sees the
He's tasted blood and is thirsty for
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 puppets are killing in
And the villagers are in bloodstained nighting-gowns
And now as they all have become
are immortal and cannot die
And tonight the creator's biggest
Will run into the world and try to take mortal men's

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

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[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 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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