Don't Stop Believin' (Medieval Bardcore Parody Cover) Originally by Journey
Good day, welcometh to our musical stage. Heareth our rendition of the famous tune you may have heard in taverns across the globe, Don't Stop Believin' originally by @journey thee drop a liketh & subscribeth for more of our sweet melodies as they are released upon thineselves. We hope to see thee in good stead on the morrow!
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Ye Olde Lyrics
Behold a maiden of modest township,
Dwelling within a world of solitude,
She hath taken the nocturnal coach to realms unknown.
A youth of the metropolis,
Born and nurtured in the southern region of Detroit,
He embarked upon the midnight chariot, bound for places unseen.
A minstrel in a chamber veiled in smoke,
An aroma of vine's blood and perfume of meager cost,
For a shared smile, they can possess the night,
It continueth evermore and more.
Strangers in waiting,
Up and down the grand promenade,
Their silhouettes embark upon a nocturnal quest,
Lanterns illuminating folks,
Living but to unearth sentiment,
Concealed, in some recess of the night.
Toiling fiercely to secure mine sustenance,
Each soul yearneth for a moment of excitement,
Exchanging all their worth to cast the dice,
Yet one more occasion.
Some find victory, others suffer defeat,
Certain souls are birthed to voice the lament.
Lo and behold, the spectacle ceaseth not,
It unfurls endlessly and more.
Strangers in anticipation,
Ascending and descending the broad boulevard,
Their shadows engaged in the night's exploration,
Lanterns glow upon the populace,
Existing merely to discover emotion,
Hidden, somewhere in the night.
Cease not thy faith,
Cling to that sensation,
Lanterns, peasants,
Cease not thy faith,
Remain steadfast.
Lanterns, peasants,
Cease not thy faith,
Hold tight to that sentiment,
Lanterns, peasants.
#bardcore #medievalcover #journey
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You can find this track and more on Spotify!: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1BMITM12bahSSVJjmdDmuF?si=w5-NzQc7RTKperbORmdPwQ
Followeth Me On:
►Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1BMITM12bahSSVJjmdDmuF?si=xtWtgCDqTcmMjeXccnj4Jw
►Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/bardcore/1537773807
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►Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BardcoreOfficial
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For more of our covers go to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7lhIIIUUaA&list=PLNBGdTWnQ7ck2LRP86SjcVRr5uHzz2Rqp&ab_channel=Bardcore
Ye Olde Lyrics
Behold a maiden of modest township,
Dwelling within a world of solitude,
She hath taken the nocturnal coach to realms unknown.
A youth of the metropolis,
Born and nurtured in the southern region of Detroit,
He embarked upon the midnight chariot, bound for places unseen.
A minstrel in a chamber veiled in smoke,
An aroma of vine's blood and perfume of meager cost,
For a shared smile, they can possess the night,
It continueth evermore and more.
Strangers in waiting,
Up and down the grand promenade,
Their silhouettes embark upon a nocturnal quest,
Lanterns illuminating folks,
Living but to unearth sentiment,
Concealed, in some recess of the night.
Toiling fiercely to secure mine sustenance,
Each soul yearneth for a moment of excitement,
Exchanging all their worth to cast the dice,
Yet one more occasion.
Some find victory, others suffer defeat,
Certain souls are birthed to voice the lament.
Lo and behold, the spectacle ceaseth not,
It unfurls endlessly and more.
Strangers in anticipation,
Ascending and descending the broad boulevard,
Their shadows engaged in the night's exploration,
Lanterns glow upon the populace,
Existing merely to discover emotion,
Hidden, somewhere in the night.
Cease not thy faith,
Cling to that sensation,
Lanterns, peasants,
Cease not thy faith,
Remain steadfast.
Lanterns, peasants,
Cease not thy faith,
Hold tight to that sentiment,
Lanterns, peasants.
#bardcore #medievalcover #journey
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