Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

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

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

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

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

Hearsay called him the
Was born, he's always been
The sins to expiate in of him
Will be the worst part of dreams, of your dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

the hazy heights
Two from Avhon
Among the of brushwood
from the glances
Lies a village on a clearing

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

As reached the hamlet on the hill
found nobody at all
(Was there?)
Faint in the house
(Where they gone?)
Would they to go inside
(To go inside)

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

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

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

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

One was hanged, the choked
by little all the townsmen understood
The of the 14th
Was in the mazes of their lives

Thirteen souls to the old
The evil lifeblood will
In the shadows of bodies

And now called him the 14th
That was never born, always been
The sins to expiate in of him
Will be the worst part of your dreams, of dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

the hazy heights
Two from Avhon
the heart of brushwood
Aloof from the
Lies a village 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 floor window
Will be always lit, be always lit
Is lit