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The songs repeat again and again. But i don't mind.

ah bah c'est juste avec des instruments anciens il n'y a pas de surprise orchestrales

Holy shit!!! You're back king! Love this one so much.

este tema quedo más que bien. Me pregunto cómo lo recibirían en el medioevo.

Every nighteth I can feel thine leg, sire

Get Lancey

When you found out he's catholic and you're christian

Put it at 1.25 and it gets even better :3

The passion shines through in every video. It's truly inspiring.

When she comes down with dance mania plague

This is magical!

now i know that you'll be loving this shit right here..

This Lana song fits the best with this genre

Woah I was going to request nutshell but this is pretty awesome

Lyrics: We shan't speak of Bruno, nay, nay, nay! We shan't speak of Bruno... but 'Twas upon mine wedding day 'Twas upon our wedding day We made preparations, and not a cloud in the sky was seen No clouds permitted in the heavens so serene Bruno doth enter with a mischievous grin- Thunder! Dost thou narrate this tale, or shall I? Forgive me, mine beloved, continue on Bruno doth declare, "Methinks it shall rain" Whyfore did he say this? By utterance alone, he didst flood mine brain Grandmother, fetch thee the parasols Betrothed amidst a tempest What a joyous occasion... but regardless We shan't speak of Bruno, nay, nay, nay! We shan't speak of Bruno! Lo! We lived in dread of Bruno stammering or faltering E'er could I hear his mutterings and mumblings I liken him to the sound of cascading sand, ch-ch-ch 'Tis a burden great, with a gift so humbling E'er left Grandmother and the kin in fumbling Grappling with prophecies they could not comprehend Dost thou comprehend? A stature of seven feet Rodents upon his back When he dost call thy name All fades to black Aye, he perceives thy dreams And dines upon thy screams (hey!) We shan't speak of Bruno, nay, nay, nay! (We shan't speak of Bruno, nay, nay, nay!) We shan't speak of Bruno (we shan't speak of Bruno!) He foretold mine fish would perish The next day: dead! (Nay, nay!) He foretold I'd grow corpulent! And so it came to pass... (nay, nay!) He proclaimed that all mine hair would vanish, now behold mine head (nay, nay! Hey!) Thy fate is sealed when thy prophecy is declared! He told me that the life of mine dreams would be promised, and one day be mine He told me that mine power would grow, like the grapes that flourish upon the vine Hark, Mariano approacheth He foretold me that the man of mine dreams would be ever out of reach Betrothed to another 'Tis as though I hear him now Hey, sister, I wish not a sound from thee (’tis as though I can hear him now) I can hear him now Um, Bruno... Yea, about that Bruno... I am in dire need to know about Bruno... Impart to me the truth, the whole truth, Bruno (Isabella, thy suitor is here) Time for the feast! A stature of seven feet (’twas upon mine wedding day, ’twas upon our wedding day) Rodents upon his back (we made preparations) When he dost call thy name (and not a cloud in the sky was seen) All fades to black (no clouds permitted in the heavens so serene!) Aye, he perceives thy dreams (Bruno doth enter with a mischievous grin-) And dines upon thy screams (thunder!) Dost thou narrate this tale, or shall I? Forgive me, mine beloved, continue on (hark, Mariano approacheth) Bruno doth declare, "Methinks it shall rain" (a stature of seven feet, rodents upon his back) By utterance alone, he didst flood mine brain Betrothed amidst a tempest He is here! Speak not of Bruno, nay! (Whyfore did I speak of Bruno?) Not a whisper of Bruno! I shouldst ne'er have mentioned Bruno!

Thank you for covering the great work of Sir Julius of Anfa

Ġefeolað wē!

Please do Rotten Apple

Damn, how have I missed this for 2 years. I love this song!

Cometh Cometh Cometh Cometh Cometh Cometh Cometh Comethhhhhhhhhhh

Yall idiots for liking this retarded shit

This sucks....fucking garbage, leave Lana's songs alone

Glad to see you're back ! Great reinterpretation as usual :)

Olá, SAÚDE! Ótimo te ver novamente, desejo tudo de bom, muita saúde e sucesso em tua vida. Obrigado por nos contemplar com música de qualidade

I don't recalleth a bass line back in the day.

Lo behol theine merry tune

Incredible work!

I really like it good job more more

Always early for a good dose of Bardcore, sometimes I use these for background music on my stream (when doing mediavalish stuff)

I close my eyes & imagine two French noble robot bards rocking a castle gala. Great job!

Dude, you're back! It's such a nice surprise!! Please, can you add more songs to your spotify? I'd love to listen to your covers while driving the car more often. Cheers and welcome back <3

this image is a great use of AI

Welcome back))

This was great!! Thanks so much for sharing :) I can't stop listening- I just have it on repeat hehe

Fricken Awesome!!

It’s crazy you’re doin this one that I discovered one month ago… and can’t stop listening to!!! Edit : and your cover is so cool !!!!!👍🏻 ❤

Hey folks! Long time no see! I know it's been a while since I posted anything, but I'm back and ready to bring you more bardcore covers. I'll be making an effort to upload more frequently from now on. Thanks for sticking around, and I can't wait to share some new tunes with you all! Cheers!

In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed Shining like a fiery beacon You got that medicine thy need Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly Put your hands on my waist, do it softly Me and God, we don't get along So now I sing No one's gonna take my crop away I'm living like Queen Charlotte now, Headed towards a fouled up holiday Inns, coins, coins and I'm singing "Surely yeah, give it to thyself" "This is Heaven, what I truly want" It's innocence lost Innocence lost In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel looking to get stuffed hard Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real bard Life imitates art You got that medicine thy need D, shoot it up, straight to thy heart, please I don't really wanna know what's good for me God's dead, I said, "Babe, that's wel with thyself." No one's gonna take my herd away I'm living like Queen Charlotte now Headed towards a couled up holiday Inns coins, coins and I'm singing "surely yeah, give it to me" "This is Heaven, what I truly want" It's innocence lost Innocence lost When you talk, it's like a movie And you're making me crazy 'Cause life imitates art If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby? You tell me, "Life isn't that hard" No one's gonna take my farm away I'm living like Queen Charlotte now Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel sprees, sprees and I'm singing "Fuck yeah, give it to thyself" "This is Heaven, what I truly want" It's innocence lost Innocence lost

This is very good by the way

UwU thank you for no-voice instrumental bardcore songs ^__^

Beautiful

Gray November I've been down since July Motion capture Put me in a bad light I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone Trying to find the one where I went wrong Writing letters Addressed to the fire And I was catching my breath Staring out an open window Catching my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore Hey December Guess I'm feeling unmoored Can't remember What I used to fight for I rewind the tape but all it does is pause On the very moment all was lost Sending signals To be double crossed And I was catching my breath Barefoot in the wildest winter Catching my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore (Evermore) Can't not think of all the cost And the things that will be lost Oh, can we just get a pause? To be certain we'll be tall again Whether weather be the frost Or the violence of the dog days I'm on waves, out being tossed Is there a line that I could just go cross? And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs) It was real enough (whether weather be the frost) To get me through (or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed) But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?) You were there And I was catching my breath Floors of a cabin creaking under my step And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar This pain wouldn't be for Evermore Evermore (evermore) Evermore This pain wouldn't be for evermore (evermore) Evermore

"Ah Grove Street, my lowly abode! At least it was ere I mucked up all." Sir Chales, son of John, circa 1092 A.D.

Swords N' Roses

Merhaba Zeyno

Athwart the land Athwart the land Athwart the land Athwart the land

Idk which I like more, this or your down in a whole barcore.

We diveith into hell with this one!

Apparently Daft Punk only made THREE songs.....

WHAT BEEN YE DOON IN MY SWOUGH?!