Conjuring Of The 14th Lyrics

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It leads to a circle of houses,Where foreigners are not well thoughtAnd strangers unwelcome to their affairs!The villagers (so they said) do heathen rituals"Just for a whileLook through the chimney stackThrough the mist, aren't you afeared?Ajar are the doorsA smell of rotten woodsIn the mud, aren't you afraid?"Solo: JarpenHidden by the cloudsA pallid sun on a November dayAn expedition organisedTo go and see what's going onThe villagers (none of them) weren't seen in town for weeksTo get provisions as they used to..."Just for a whileLook through the chimney stackThrough the mist, aren't you afeared?Ajar are the doorsA smell of rotten woodsIn the mud, aren't you afraid?"Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always beenThe sins to expiate in front of him, will be the worst part of your dreams!(Someone said it is a magic place!)Chorus:Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glancesLies a village, built on a clearingThirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hillThat mournful light in (the) ground floor window is always lit!As they reached the hamlet on the hill They found nobody at all! (was anybody there?)Faint light in the house (where have they gone?)Would they dare to go inside (to go inside)When they all returned back homeThey told of uncanny thingsWhen they all returned back homeInside (knock, knock) their souls something's hopelessly gone!Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead, drowned in the streamWhile we was having a bath, "A terrible misfortune,Was an incredible and fatal accident!"Ichabold De le Fournier, son of the Major, was the second one,His horse fell on top of him, the wounds were too serious to be cured.One by one the thirteen died, all those who had been to that village faced the unknown One!One was hanged, the other choked, little by littleall the townsmen understoodThe Conjuring of the 14th was gliding in the mazes of their livesThirteen souls to replace the old, the evil lifeblood willflow in the shadows of their bodiesHearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always beenThe sins to expiate in front of him, will be the worst part of your dreams!(Someone said it is a magic place!)Chorus:Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glancesLies a village, built on a clearingWhen they went back to the village then, thirteen houses occupiedThirteen new inhabitants, whom does he look like?Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hillThat mournful light in (the) ground floor window will be always lit!

Elvenking Conjuring Of The 14th