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 Wood

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 Wood

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 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

- 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;