Conjuring Of The 14th Lyrics - Singles - Elvenking

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) 

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