Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

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

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

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

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

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

Through the heights
Two from Avhon
Among the of brushwood
Aloof the glances
Lies a built on a clearing

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

As they reached the hamlet on the
They found at all
(Was there?)
Faint light in the
(Where they gone?)
Would dare to go inside
(To go inside)

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

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

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 died
All those who had been to that
Faced the one

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

Thirteen souls to the old
The evil lifeblood will
In the of their bodies

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

Through the hazy
Two from Avhon
the heart of brushwood
Aloof the glances
a village built on a clearing

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

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