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 unwelcome to their
The villagers, so said, do heathen rituals

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, 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 as they used to

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

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

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

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

As they the hamlet on the hill
found 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 they all returned home, inside
(Knock, knock)
souls, something's hopelessly gone

Jesp Van Cleave, the first found
Drowned in the stream while we was having a
A misfortune, incredible 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 died
All those who had been to that
the unknown one

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

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

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

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

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

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