Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

Follow down the path, it leads to a circle of
Where foreigners are not well
And strangers to their affairs
The villagers, so said, do heathen rituals

Just for a while look through the chimney
Through the mist, you afraid?
are the doors, a smell of rotten woods
In the mud, aren't you

by the clouds, a pallid sun on a November day
An expedition organized to go and see going on
The villagers, none of them weren't seen in town for
To get provisions as they to

Just for a while through the chimney stack
Through the mist, aren't you
Ajar are the doors, a of rotten woods
In the mud, aren't you

Hearsay him the 14th
Was never born, he's been
The sins to in front of him
Will be the worst part of dreams, of your dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

Through the heights
Two leagues from
Among the of brushwood
from the glances
Lies a village on a clearing

Thirteen houses aligned
And a mansion on a
That mournful in the floor window is always lit
Is lit, lit

As they the hamlet on the hill
They found at all
(Was there?)
Faint in the house
(Where they gone?)
they dare to go inside
(To go inside)

When they all back home
told of uncanny things
(They told)
When they all returned home, inside
(Knock, knock)
Their souls, hopelessly gone

Jesp Van Cleave, the first found
Drowned in the stream while we was having a
A terrible misfortune, incredible and fatal

De le Fournier, son of the major
Was the second one, his fell on top of him
The wounds were too to be cured

One by one, the died
All those who had been to village
the unknown one

One was hanged, the other's
Little by all the townsmen understood
The of the 14th
Was gliding in the mazes of lives

souls to replace the old
The evil lifeblood flow
In the shadows of their

And now called him the 14th
That was born, he's always been
The sins to in front of him
Will be the worst part of dreams, of your dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

the hazy heights
Two leagues from
the heart of brushwood
Aloof from the
Lies a village on a clearing

they went back to the village then
Thirteen houses
new inhabitants
Whom does he look

Thirteen houses, aligned
And a
mournful light in ground floor window
Will be lit, will be always lit
Is lit