Luyện nghe bài hát Conjuring Of The 14th

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

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

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

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

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

Through the heights
Two leagues Avhon
the heart of brushwood
Aloof the glances
Lies a village on a clearing

Thirteen houses maliciously
And a on a hill
That mournful light in the 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 they to go inside
(To go inside)

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

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

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

One by one, the died
All those who had been to village
Faced the one

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

Thirteen to replace the old
The evil lifeblood will
In the shadows of their

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

the hazy heights
Two from Avhon
the heart of brushwood
Aloof the glances
Lies a village built on a

they went back 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, be always lit
Is lit