Illnath The Creator`s Biggest Pride Lyrics

The Creator`s Biggest Pride Lyrics


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 

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