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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One was hanged, the choked
by little all the townsmen understood
The conjuring of the
Was in the mazes of their lives

souls to replace the old
The evil lifeblood flow
In the of their bodies

And now called him the 14th
That was never born, always been
The to expiate in front of him
Will be the part of your dreams, of your dreams
(Someone it is a magic place)

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

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

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