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