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