Letras de Canciones de Illnath
The Creator's Biggest Pride

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

The puppet-man is ending his workday, as the
starlight peak through the clouds He's worked all
day and says goodnight to his dolls before he
close the door He lives alone in this house, and
it's his home and a way of living Though he
thought he knew all the secrets of his house,
there's more.

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

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

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

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

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

(Solo)

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

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

The creator's biggest 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, Fullci and
Argento movies and with a pinch of Tales from the
Crypt. I don't really have a clue why the lyric
turnes 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. - Narrenschiff