Elvenking - Conjuring Of The 14th Lyrics






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 afeared?
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 organised
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 afeared?
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!
(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 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 home
They told of uncanny things
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
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 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

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!
(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 on a hill
That mournful light in (the) ground floor window will be always lit!





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    9. Conjuring Of The 14th


    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 afeared?

    Ajar are the doors
    A smell of rotten woods
    In the mud, aren't you afraid?"

    [Solo: Jarpen]

    Hidden by the clouds
    A pallid sun on a November day
    An expedition organised
    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 afeared?

    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!
    (Someone said it is a magic place!)

    [Chorus:]
    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) 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 home
    They told of uncanny things
    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,
    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 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

    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!
    (Someone said it is a magic place!)

    [Chorus:]
    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 on a hill
    That mournful light in (the) ground floor window will be always lit!