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 house lies...

The puppet-man is ending his workday, as the peak through 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 thought he knew all the of his house, there's more...

'Cause tonight... the puppets are the room
In spite... of being creatures of and wood
They live as as you and I
driven by other forces inside
And tonight the creator's biggest
Will make his way through the door and charge to take the life

Now the doll runs through the
And hiding in the dimly faded gloom
Now he's the bed
And won't leave until the body is

But the awakes before the doll can fulfill the task
And he's paralyzed in as he sees his hand-made mask
Of the devil he made
so many years ago
And he cannot even scream as the
through his throat

He'll again be put back on that shelf
"Kill the flesh! Kill the flesh!" to himself
The doll is above the puppet-maker's corpse
The devil-mask covered in and gore
standing, looking down
With the dripping knife still in his

Now he and he sees the door
He's tasted blood and is for more
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 in town
And the villagers are lying in bloodstained
And now as they all have become
They are and cannot die
And tonight the biggest pride
Will run into the world and try to take mortal men's

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

[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 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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