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 rituals

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

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 stack
Through the mist, you afraid?
Ajar are the doors, a smell of rotten
In the mud, aren't you

called him the 14th
Was never born, he's been
The sins to in front 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
Lies a built on a clearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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