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Follow down the path<br />It leads to a circle of houses,<br />Where foreigners are not well thought<br />And strangers unwelcome to their affairs!<br />The villagers (so they said) do heathen rituals<br /><br /><br />"Just for a while<br />Look through the chimney stack<br />Through the mist, aren't you afeared?<br /><br />Ajar are the doors<br />A smell of rotten woods<br />In the mud, aren't you afraid?"<br /><br />Solo: Jarpen<br /><br />Hidden by the clouds<br />A pallid sun on a November day<br />An expedition organised<br />To go and see what's going on<br />The villagers (none of them) weren't seen in town for weeks<br />To get provisions as they used to...<br /><br />"Just for a while<br />Look through the chimney stack<br />Through the mist, aren't you afeared?<br /><br />Ajar are the doors<br />A smell of rotten woods<br />In the mud, aren't you afraid?"<br /><br />Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always been<br />The sins to expiate in front of him, will be the<br /><br />worst part of your dreams!<br />(Someone said it is a magic place!)<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,<br />Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances<br />Lies a village, built on a clearing<br />Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hill<br />That mournful light in (the) ground floor window is always lit!<br /><br /><br />As they reached the hamlet on the hill<br />They found nobody at all! (was anybody there?)<br />Faint light in the house (where have they gone?)<br />Would they dare to go inside (to go inside)<br />When they all returned back home<br />They told of uncanny things<br />When they all returned back home<br />Inside (knock, knock) their souls something's hopelessly gone!<br /><br /><br />Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead, drowned in the stream<br />While we was having a bath, "A terrible misfortune,<br />Was an incredible and fatal accident!"<br />Ichabold De le Fournier, son of the Major, was the second one,<br />His horse fell on top of him, the wounds were too serious to be cured.<br />One by one the thirteen died, all those who<br /><br />had been to that village faced the unknown One!<br /><br /><br /><br />One was hanged, the other choked, little by little<br /><br />all the townsmen understood<br />The Conjuring of the 14th was gliding in the mazes of their lives<br />Thirteen souls to replace the old, the evil lifeblood will<br /><br />flow in the shadows of their bodies<br /><br />Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always been<br />The sins to expiate in front of him, will be the worst part<br /><br />of your dreams!<br />(Someone said it is a magic place!)<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,<br />Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances<br />Lies a village, built on a clearing<br />When they went back to the village then, thirteen houses occupied<br />Thirteen new inhabitants, whom does he look like?<br /><br />Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hill<br />That mournful light in (the) ground floor window will be always lit!
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Follow down the path<br />It leads to a circle of houses,<br />Where foreigners are not well thought<br />And strangers unwelcome to their affairs!<br />The villagers (so they said) do heathen rituals<br /><br /><br />"Just for a while<br />Look through the chimney stack<br />Through the mist, aren't you afeared?<br /><br />Ajar are the doors<br />A smell of rotten woods<br />In the mud, aren't you afraid?"<br /><br />Solo: Jarpen<br /><br />Hidden by the clouds<br />A pallid sun on a November day<br />An expedition organised<br />To go and see what's going on<br />The villagers (none of them) weren't seen in town for weeks<br />To get provisions as they used to...<br /><br />"Just for a while<br />Look through the chimney stack<br />Through the mist, aren't you afeared?<br /><br />Ajar are the doors<br />A smell of rotten woods<br />In the mud, aren't you afraid?"<br /><br />Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always been<br />The sins to expiate in front of him, will be the<br /><br />worst part of your dreams!<br />(Someone said it is a magic place!)<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,<br />Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances<br />Lies a village, built on a clearing<br />Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hill<br />That mournful light in (the) ground floor window is always lit!<br /><br /><br />As they reached the hamlet on the hill<br />They found nobody at all! (was anybody there?)<br />Faint light in the house (where have they gone?)<br />Would they dare to go inside (to go inside)<br />When they all returned back home<br />They told of uncanny things<br />When they all returned back home<br />Inside (knock, knock) their souls something's hopelessly gone!<br /><br /><br />Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead, drowned in the stream<br />While we was having a bath, "A terrible misfortune,<br />Was an incredible and fatal accident!"<br />Ichabold De le Fournier, son of the Major, was the second one,<br />His horse fell on top of him, the wounds were too serious to be cured.<br />One by one the thirteen died, all those who<br /><br />had been to that village faced the unknown One!<br /><br /><br /><br />One was hanged, the other choked, little by little<br /><br />all the townsmen understood<br />The Conjuring of the 14th was gliding in the mazes of their lives<br />Thirteen souls to replace the old, the evil lifeblood will<br /><br />flow in the shadows of their bodies<br /><br />Hearsay called him the 14th, was never born, he's always been<br />The sins to expiate in front of him, will be the worst part<br /><br />of your dreams!<br />(Someone said it is a magic place!)<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Through the hazy heights, two leagues from Avhon,<br />Among the heart of brushwood, aloof from the glances<br />Lies a village, built on a clearing<br />When they went back to the village then, thirteen houses occupied<br />Thirteen new inhabitants, whom does he look like?<br /><br />Thirteen houses, aligned maliciously, and a mansion on a hill<br />That mournful light in (the) ground floor window will be always lit!
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