Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

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

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

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

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?

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

the hazy heights
Two leagues from
Among the of brushwood
Aloof from the
Lies a village on a clearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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