At a young age he was taught the trade, by the master of the game In synchronised perfection, his creations he would tame With scissors, string, and needle, the dead dolls came alive Dancing by the fire as the spellbound crowd arrives His double jointed marionettes would happily comply To their wicked father's wishes to make the children cry The hands of their creator was needed ever more As one collective unity, they were evil at the core
When darkness surrounds him he can hear the screams His power will bind them far beyond their dreams His magic will spill the blood of kings While under the moon he pulls the strings
The power of the doll maker grew stronger every day He plundered every village, left the kingdom in decay His miniature assassins were ordered to kill the king He fantasised about the throne, the riches it would bring The battle with the paladins and the soldiers of the court Was too much for the doll maker and his army came up short They sailed away to a distant shore, to an innocent new land Where the dolls and their maker as rulers will command
When darkness surrounds him he can hear the screams His power will bind them far beyond their dreams His magic will spill the blood of kings While under the moon he pulls the stringsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
