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Elvenking
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Conjuring Of The 14th
Lyricist:Mattia Carniel
Follow down the path, it leads to a circle of houses Where foreigners are not well thought And strangers unwelcome to their affairs The villagers, so they said, do heathen rituals
Just for a while look through the chimney stack Through the mist, aren't you afraid? Ajar are the doors, a smell of rotten woods In the mud, aren't you afraid?
Hidden by the clouds, a pallid sun on a November day An expedition organized to go and see what's going on The villagers, none of them weren't seen in town for weeks To get provisions as they used to
Just for a while look through the chimney stack Through the mist, aren't you afraid? Ajar are the doors, a smell of rotten woods In the mud, aren't you afraid?
Hearsay called him the 14th Was never born, he's always been The sins to expiate in front of him Will be the worst part of your dreams, of your dreams (Someone said it is a magic place)
Through the hazy heights Two leagues from Avhon Among the heart of brushwood Aloof from the glances Lies a village built on a clearing
Thirteen houses aligned maliciously And a mansion on a hill That mournful light in the floor window is always lit Is always lit, 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 home They told of uncanny things (They told) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When they all returned back home, inside (Knock, knock) Their souls, something's hopelessly gone
Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead Drowned in the stream while we was having a bath A terrible misfortune, 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's choked Little by little all the townsmen understood The conjuring of the 14th Was gliding in the mazes of their lives
Thirteen souls to replace the old The evil lifeblood will flow In the shadows of their bodies
And now hearsay called him the 14th That was never born, he's always been The sins to expiate in front of him Will be the worst part of your dreams, of your dreams (Someone said it is a magic place)
Through the hazy heights Two leagues from Avhon Among the heart of brushwood Aloof from the glances Lies a village built on a clearing
When they went back to the village then Thirteen houses occupied Thirteen new inhabitants Whom does he look like?
Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously And a mansion That mournful light in ground floor window Will be always lit, will be always lit Is always lit
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