Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

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

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

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

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

called him the 14th
Was born, he's always been
The sins to expiate in of him
be the worst part of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

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

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

As they reached the hamlet on the
They nobody at all
(Was there?)
Faint light in the
(Where have gone?)
Would dare to go inside
(To go inside)

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

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

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

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

One was hanged, the other's
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 flow
In the of their bodies

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

Through the heights
Two from Avhon
Among the heart of
Aloof the glances
Lies a built on a clearing

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

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