Luyện nghe bài hát The Creators Biggest Pride

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

The is ending his workday, as the starlight peak through the

He's worked all day and 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 knew all the secrets of his house, more...

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

Now the runs through the living-room
And he's hiding in the dimly faded
Now approaching the bed
And won't leave until the body is

But the creator awakes before the can fulfill the task
And paralyzed in amazement as he sees his hand-made mask
Of the horrifying devil he
Once so years ago
And he cannot scream as the knife
Rips his throat

He'll again be put back on that shelf
"Kill the flesh! Kill the flesh!" to himself
The doll is standing above the corpse
The covered in blood and gore
standing, looking down
With the dripping still in his hand

Now he and he sees the door
He's tasted blood and is for more
The rain is cleansing his mask as he runs the night alone
shaking 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 biggest pride
run into the world and try to take mortal men's life

He's hunting at night. out for open windows
He's hunting at night. Perhaps you should stay
He's 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 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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