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Sligm Shadig before the spelling reform

Honestly doesn't sound to dissimilar.

This one slaps fr

Remastered version here 👉 th-cam.com/video/eJFL5HPhKh0/w-d-xo.html

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Lo, such a day of solitude doth befall me, and 'tis mine own to bear.

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Definitely some Daft Punk - Doin It Right, vibes. Though upon investigation, it looks like there are lots of songs with similar scaling or whatever the proper musical term is.

"Dost thou believe in life after love?"

Plese share link too

I was hoping for vocals as well as the instrumental score.........

I find thy self undone!

A medieval cover of something that already sounds like a cover has to be a recover...

Now they have lots of lute !

There’s a dame who is certeyn all that glist’r is gold, And she is bicominge a steyreway to Heofon. Whanne she getteth thider, she wot, gif the shoppes ben all clos’d, With a worde she may finde what she cam for. Ooh, ooh, and she is bicominge a steyreway to Heofon. There’s a tokne on the wall, but she wolden be siker, For thou knowest sometimes wordes han twey meanings. In a treo by the broc, there’s a songbird who singeth, Sometyme all our thohtes ben mysgeven. Ooh, hit doth make me wondren. Ooh, hit doth certys make me wondren. There’s a fele I get whenne I loke to the West, And my gost crieth for leavenge. In mine thohtes I have seen ringes of smoke thorugh the treows, And the voices of tho those who stond lokinge. Ooh, hit doth make me wondren. Ooh, hit doth certys make me wondren. And hit is whispr’d that soone, gif we alle call the tune, Thanne the pipere shal lede us to reason. And a new day shal dawen for tho that stond longe, And the forestes shal echoe with laughter. Oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa. Gif there’s a bustel in thy heggerowe, be nat afeerd now, ’Tis but a sprynge cleene for the May Quene. Yea, ther ben twey pathes thou mayest go by, but in the longe ren, There is tyme yet to chaungen the wey thou art on. And hit doth make me wondren. Ohh, whoa. Thy heved doth hum, and hit wole nat go, in cas thou dost nat know, The pipere’s calling thee to joinen him. Dere lady, canst thou hearen the wind blow? And didst thou know, Thy steyreway lieth on the whispring wind? And as we wend on down the wey, Our shadwes taller than our soules, There walketh a dame we alle knowen, Who shineth whit light and wolde shewen, How all thynges yet turnen to gold. And gif thou listenest verray hard, The tune wole comen to thee atte last, When all ben one and one is all, To be a rocke and nat to rollen. And she is bicominge a steyreway to Heofon.

The song makes me think of Elric of Melnibone and Selene from Underworld and gothic castles and silver skies over the mountains and seas.

Torn between MY FUCKING DUDE THIS IS TIGHT and *Faded

So close, no matter how far Could not be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we art And nothing else mattereth Never opened mine self this way Life is ours, we liveth it our way All these words I don't just sayeth And nothing else mattereth Trust I seeketh and findeth in thee Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else mattereth Never cared for what they doeth Never cared for what they knoweth But I knoweth So close, no matter how far Could not be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we art And nothing else mattereth Trust I seeketh and findeth in thee Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else mattereth Never cared for what they doeth Never cared for what they knoweth But I knoweth Never opened mine self this way Life is ours, we liveth it our way All these words I don't just sayeth And nothing else mattereth Trust I seeketh and findeth in thee Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else mattereth Never cared for what they sayeth Never cared for games they playeth Never cared for what they doeth Never cared for what they knoweth But I knoweth So close no matter how far Could not be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we art And nothing else mattereth

when the book of revelation becomes real

My lord husband. I pray thee: may you bring those four luthiers to play in thou court???

Lord Zeppelin

James performance is a sight to behold.

This is f-ing awesome ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea And you became the light on the dark side of me Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and The light that you shine can't be seen? Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah And now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and The light that you shine can't be seen? Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I, I've been kissed by a rose on the grey I've (And if I should fall, will it all go away?) been kissed by a rose on the grey I, I've been kissed by a rose on the grey There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and The light that you shine can't be seen? Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah And now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey Ba-ya-ya, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-ya-ya Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey

Gen X dude: "I love 70's music!" Millennial: "Me too! The 1370's rock!!"

First done by this guy called Jake Holmes in the 60s later covered by the Yardbirds Led Zeppelin and others

Idk if Ed Sheeran’s cameo on Game of Thrones had already happened at this point, but a medieval version would’ve made the perfect thumbnail for this. Found you while looking for music to listen to while playing Manor Lords

Yet another great version. Shows how beautiful some of these songs really are. I find myself going back and listening to the originals with a greater appreciation of the song writing.

Dude this is sick I played this video in class history and my teacher started to do a medieval dance and drink beer

I was verily possessed of dreams that I could rise well above my station, because I became intoxicated.

I would replace the flute with a recorder...I don't think flutes were invented until way after the Medieval days

Was there not a papal injunction against naughty Page boys channelling the Spirit under the auspices of Taurus?

This proves that Stairway was originally a Medieval song!!!!

Meravigliosa anche in questa versione

Tabaxi+ spore druid=

Wow! You have so much talent! This sounds amazing!

Haileth to the King.

1st

I don't know what any of this is (save baroque), clicked for the alliteration, 10/10.

This sounds uncannily good lol

Beautiful! It makes me feel like I'm a princess thinking of her lover on the balcony of her palace looking at the sunset <3

I'm headed straight for the floor The alcohol served its tour And it's headed straight for my skin Leaving me daft and dim I've got this shake in my legs Shaking the thoughts from my head But who put these waves in the door? I crack and out I pour I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my lover, man I'm Mr. Loverman Oh, and I miss my lover The ways in which you talk to me Have me wishin' I were gone The ways that you say my name Have me runnin' on and on Oh, I'm cramping up I'm cramping up But you're cracking up You're cracking up I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my loverman I'm Mr. Loverman Oh, and I miss my lover I've shattered now, I'm spilling out Upon this linoleum ground (Mr. Loverman) I'm reeling in my brain again Before it can get back to you (Mr. Loverman) Oh what am I supposed to do without you? I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my lover, man (I miss my lover) I'm Mr. Loverman (oh-oh) Oh, and I miss my lover (Mr. Loverman) I'm Mr. Loverman (oh-oh) And I miss my loverman I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my lover

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I'd love to hear a Nightwish - Nemo take, but the Wacken 2013 version! :D

THIS. IS. *ART!*

why thy tune does not get notice by thee towns folk ?

_Certainly, thee are not Sir Slim from Shady..._

Who is artist? Is you artist? Want see more please. Edit to remove heart because I HAVE NOT BEEN ANSWERED

Gf gonna love this one.