Illnath Lyrics

Album: Unknown

The Creators 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, 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 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]