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

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

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

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

Through the hazy
Two leagues Avhon
Among the of brushwood
Aloof the glances
Lies a village built on a

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

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

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

Jesp Van Cleave, the first dead
Drowned in the stream we was having a bath
A terrible misfortune, incredible and 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 who had been to that village
the unknown one

One was hanged, the other's
Little by little all the understood
The conjuring of the
Was gliding in the mazes of lives

Thirteen to replace the old
The evil lifeblood flow
In the shadows of bodies

And now called him the 14th
That was born, he's always been
The sins to expiate in of him
Will be the worst part of your dreams, of dreams
(Someone said it is a place)

Through the hazy
Two from Avhon
Among the of brushwood
Aloof from the
Lies a village on a clearing

When they went back to the then
Thirteen occupied
new inhabitants
Whom he look like?

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