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 their
The villagers, so said, do heathen rituals

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

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

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

Hearsay him the 14th
Was never born, always been
The sins to in front of him
Will be the worst part of your dreams, of dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

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

Thirteen houses maliciously
And a on a hill
mournful 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 they gone?)
Would dare to go inside
(To go inside)

When they all returned home
They told of uncanny
(They told)
When they all returned back home,
(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, incredible and accident

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

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

One was hanged, the choked
by little all the townsmen understood
The conjuring of the
Was gliding in the 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 worst of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

Through the heights
Two leagues from
the heart of brushwood
Aloof from the
Lies a village built on a

When they back to the village then
Thirteen occupied
new inhabitants
Whom does he look

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