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?' [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