Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

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

Just for a while through the chimney stack
Through the mist, aren't you
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 to go and see what's going on
The villagers, none of them weren't in town for weeks
To get provisions as used to

Just for a while through the chimney stack
Through the mist, you afraid?
Ajar are the doors, a smell of woods
In the mud, you afraid?

called 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 it is a magic place)

the hazy heights
Two leagues Avhon
Among the heart of
Aloof the glances
Lies a village on a clearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

One was hanged, the other's
Little by little all the townsmen
The conjuring of the
Was gliding in the mazes of lives

souls to replace the old
The evil will flow
In the of their bodies

And now hearsay him the 14th
That was never born, he's always
The to expiate in front of him
Will be the part of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

Through the hazy
Two from Avhon
Among the of brushwood
Aloof from the
a village built on a clearing

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

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