Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

Follow the path, it leads to a circle of houses
Where foreigners are not thought
And unwelcome to their affairs
The villagers, so they said, do heathen

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

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

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

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

Through the hazy
Two from Avhon
Among the of brushwood
from the glances
Lies a village built on a

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

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

When they all back home
They told of uncanny
(They told)
When they all returned home, inside
(Knock, knock)
souls, something's hopelessly gone

Jesp Van Cleave, the found dead
Drowned in the while we was having a bath
A terrible misfortune, and fatal accident

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

One by one, the thirteen
All those who had been to that
Faced the one

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

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

And now hearsay called him the
That was never born, he's always
The sins to in front of him
Will be the worst part of dreams, of your dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

Through the hazy
Two leagues from
the heart of brushwood
Aloof from the
a village built on a clearing

When they went back to the then
Thirteen occupied
new inhabitants
Whom does he like?

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