i was doing my schoolwork, i put this on, and instead i started to write a short story in my notes ;_; i hope it isnt bad: the adventure's finished. there will be no more. as the four- no, three. as the three heroes walked the familiar path, the scent of the woods wafting through the air, the lady lyian's pastry mingling with the fresh scent of the leaves, they walk dragging their feet. hard as it may be, they continued onward. they dont know how to face the others. it just happened and they didnt know what to do. they were all fighters, who knew that protecting a village would cost this much. it started as a promise, it turned into their world, now they've done it, and one of the best writers lay in their hands. it was poetic, maybe, they didnt think so. as the villagers welcome them with smiling faces, they trudge onward to the quaint little house. the villagers look in confusion and then, struck by sudden realization, the whole village was set askew. its as if something that has been in place before was taken by the gods themselves and looked on towards their next goal. the door of the little house opens, a bundle of dark robes swoosh through the air, an excited face turns grim. the barbarian held in their arms, a bundle of joy formed by the rays of the sun, one of the many things that was a glue to everything they snuck themselves upon. it was as if the fire has been snuffed out. as the barbarian held the body out to her, she puts her hand on a patch of cold skin, trying to cast a revive person with a shaky voice. a few seconds pass without a reaction, she already knew even before she casted it, the fair weather turning for the worst, no one moved. a life lost, but it was a life lived. the slow drops of rain came from the heavens, the skies in sorrow knowing that their lives are now unbalanced, the scales forever tipped with the loss of a weight they can never replace. it was solemn, as the crowd begins to disperse, to mourn on their own. losing someone is never easy, most especially for a nercomancer who knew she could've done something but even so, even if she did bring them back, they would never be the same. the sky weeps as it loses a ray of light that once shone in the world, now buried six feet under the ground with only a stone to show for its existence.
Oy, all thy 13 year old kids with lost souls.. back in 1327 I visited the The Cold Land of Play and heard tis poem for the very first time.. Good days this were
Whence thee endeavour thy great'st Yet thee art none triumphant Whence thee receive what thee desire , but not what thee needeth Whence thee tire so , but thee lack slumb'r Stuck going aback And the tears art cometh doun thy visage Whence thee loseth som'thing thee canst not supplant Whence thee love som'one , yet it wend to wast Cou'd it be woeful ? Lanterns shalt leedeth thee homeward And enkindle thy bones And I shalt endeavour to heel thee And high up above , or doun alogh Whence thou art so in love to letteth it wend But if thee nev'r endeavour , thou salt knoweth not Just what thee art worth Lanterns shalt leedeth thee homeward And enkindle thy bones And I shalt endeavour to heel thee
I don't really care for Coldplay and all, but this is beautiful. I wonder how a soft, tired voice would sound singing the lyrics. Not Chris Martin, tho.
When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse When the tears come streaming down your face 'Cause you lose something you can't replace When you love someone but it goes to waste What could it be worse? Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you But high up above or down below When you are too in love to let it show Oh but if you never try you'll never know Just what you're worth Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you Tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you cannot replace oh and tears come streaming down your face And I Tears streaming down your face I promise you I will learn from all my mistakes oh and the tears streaming down your face And I Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you
This is absolutely beautiful, but the conjugation in the title is wrong, and that sense of 'fix' stems from a much too recent error in usage. (A)'Mend Thee For to strive might'ly, but spend all in vain For to attain that sought, yet no need obtain When body's expired, no quiet to find An outcast state And the trickling tears upon thy face Once-deprived with fortune in disgrace When on somebody, your love for to waste Can trials abate? Lantern to thy feet Home a welcome meet And I'll strive to amend thee . . .
I love these covers, but saw that this one didn't have any lyrics. :P I came up with these quickly based on the idea of a witch hunter speaking to a "heretic". Whence thou tryest to sin and doth succeed, Thou attainest the material, yet not the reed, Dos't thou feel tired and wishest to sleep? Oh, back thee hence from thy vile ways. The tears come streaming and staineth thy face, Whence thou loseth thy soul with naught to replace, D'ost thou loveth the pit? Then thine love is to waste, For what could be worse? The pyre shall guide thee home, And ignite thy bones, The Lord shall save thee. The King high above or prince below, Far too in love with self to let thy soul grow, If thou stay'st on this path, thee will have naught to show, Thou has't no worth! The pyre shall guide thee home, And ignite thy bones, The Lord shall save thee. Tears streameth down thy face, As a soul one cannot e'er replace, Thy tears staineth thy face The pyre will cleanse thy soul! Tears streameth down thy face, For the fires of hell thy soul cannot replace, Thy tears staineth thy face The pyre will cleanse thy soul! The pyre shall guide thee home, And ignite thy bones, Only then shall the Lord save thee.
On January 3, 1521, a young man by the name of Martin Luther was banished from the Church forever, all for disagreeing with certain practices and speaking out against them. As he sulked home through Wittenberg’s streets, everyone avoided eye contact with him. They didn’t want to look into the eyes of a heretic, strayer, and sinner. When he reached home, Martin collapsed onto the sofa and began crying uncontrollably. At this his wife, Katharina “Katie” von Bora, came into view and sat down beside him. She then gently set his head in her lap and began stroking his long, dark hair. “What is wrong, my love?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing. “I’m afraid we can no longer attend Church, and it’s all because of me.” he said, sobbing even harder this time. Katharina thought for a moment. Then, she prompted Martin to sit up. He did so to avoid angering her. She then stared deeply into his eyes and he did the same, though still trembling a little. "Dearest Martin, do not be afraid. We are all human beings, and we are endowed by our Creator with the unalienable right to think for ourselves and to agree and disagree with others. That's what makes us unique, it's what makes us, us. When you wrote the 95 Theses, you stood up for yourself, when you said "Here I stand; I can do no other" at the Diet of Worms, you stood up for yourself, and when you married me, you stood up for yourself. You see? You've done it so many times that you aren't afraid of it
When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse When the tears come streaming down your face 'Cause you lose something you can't replace When you love someone but it goes to waste What could it be worse? Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you But high up above or down below When you are too in love to let it show Oh but if you never try you'll never know Just what you're worth Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you Tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you cannot replace oh and tears come streaming down your face And I Tears streaming down your face I promise you I will learn from all my mistakes oh and the tears streaming down your face And I Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you
„When you try your best but you dont succeed“
Every French Soldier in Crezy 1346.
Tragic
sorry not familiar with the reference
The name of the city is Crecy ( Crécy in French) and not Crezy
Damn
This is not just regular melancholy.
It's advanced melancholy. 😿
Ah yes, despair.
Party healers official theme song
Satrio Dewantono except Donald in kingdom hearts
@@ashleighberryman9280 yes, he'd have something a bit more violent sounding o_0
When thou try thy best but thou don’t succeed
“i was born in the wrong decade of music”
You mean the wrong millennia?
Every bard in a DnD party trying to keep everyone's morale up
Lanterns lead thee homeward
And inflame thy osseous matter
Aye, I shall endeavour
To heal thee
woaah brilliant👍✨
OSSEOUS MATTER
i was doing my schoolwork, i put this on, and instead i started to write a short story in my notes ;_;
i hope it isnt bad:
the adventure's finished.
there will be no more.
as the four- no, three.
as the three heroes walked the familiar path, the scent of the woods wafting through the air, the lady lyian's pastry mingling with the fresh scent of the leaves, they walk dragging their feet.
hard as it may be, they continued onward.
they dont know how to face the others.
it just happened and they didnt know what to do.
they were all fighters, who knew that protecting a village would cost this much.
it started as a promise, it turned into their world, now they've done it, and one of the best writers lay in their hands.
it was poetic, maybe, they didnt think so.
as the villagers welcome them with smiling faces, they trudge onward to the quaint little house.
the villagers look in confusion and then, struck by sudden realization, the whole village was set askew.
its as if something that has been in place before was taken by the gods themselves and looked on towards their next goal.
the door of the little house opens, a bundle of dark robes swoosh through the air, an excited face turns grim.
the barbarian held in their arms, a bundle of joy formed by the rays of the sun, one of the many things that was a glue to everything they snuck themselves upon.
it was as if the fire has been snuffed out.
as the barbarian held the body out to her, she puts her hand on a patch of cold skin, trying to cast a revive person with a shaky voice.
a few seconds pass without a reaction, she already knew even before she casted it, the fair weather turning for the worst, no one moved.
a life lost, but it was a life lived.
the slow drops of rain came from the heavens, the skies in sorrow knowing that their lives are now unbalanced, the scales forever tipped with the loss of a weight they can never replace.
it was solemn, as the crowd begins to disperse, to mourn on their own.
losing someone is never easy, most especially for a nercomancer who knew she could've done something but even so, even if she did bring them back, they would never be the same.
the sky weeps as it loses a ray of light that once shone in the world, now buried six feet under the ground with only a stone to show for its existence.
I really liked this. Keep this.
i love it very much!
Thee hath doneth thy tutor proud
this is making me really emotional no cap
Oy, all thy 13 year old kids with lost souls.. back in 1327 I visited the The Cold Land of Play and heard tis poem for the very first time.. Good days this were
Sounds like video game ending/credits!
A very fine tavernwave tune, my friend
Thank you!
People will always need fixing whether Medieval times, WW1 times, and now until our end.
When you attempt your finest yet you fail to succeed.
"you rolled a 1"
im in tears
Fix you always sounds emotional whatever the style is.
You could play Three Blind Mice in this manner and, forsooth, I'd listen many times before I would be gone away! Great stuff!
“Tears stream down thy face”
Finally, i feel i am home . Thank you
Whence thee endeavour thy great'st
Yet thee art none triumphant
Whence thee receive what thee desire , but not what thee needeth
Whence thee tire so , but thee lack slumb'r
Stuck going aback
And the tears art cometh doun thy visage
Whence thee loseth som'thing thee canst not supplant
Whence thee love som'one , yet it wend to wast
Cou'd it be woeful ?
Lanterns shalt leedeth thee homeward
And enkindle thy bones
And I shalt endeavour to heel thee
And high up above , or doun alogh
Whence thou art so in love to letteth it wend
But if thee nev'r endeavour , thou salt knoweth not
Just what thee art worth
Lanterns shalt leedeth thee homeward
And enkindle thy bones
And I shalt endeavour to heel thee
This could be Sir Lancelot's theme
Oh wow this is really beautiful.
i’d be lying to you if i told you this wasn’t my favorite song
Just discovered this and damn
Who else is looking for medieval comments?
Damn..I almost started to look for it after seeing your comment.. and realized later 😭😂💀
I'm stuck on replacing a medieval word for reverse
2:23 i'm in tears
We need this song on Spotify please!
This gave me goosebumps. So beautiful!
The most relaxing song I’ve ever heard ❤️
So beautiful!!! This idea is amazing!!!
Oh man! 😍 Thanks for ye yieldin' to me medieval cravings. lol Hope ye add vocals in this!
This somehow makes me uncomfortable as Coldplay drummer appeared in GoT at the Red Wedding. Which is a fictional Medieval Massacre.
I did not know he was in that scene.
@@codypatton2859 Yep. He appeared as one of the musicians, the guy playing the drums to be more precise. His appearance was brief, tho.
Im literally crying right now
This is SO BEAUTIFUL. I love this!!!
Ooold muuusic...
We miss you...
Beautiful ♥️
"When thou tries thy best, but ye doth not succeed."
Just so wonderfull, congrats man.
I'm so happy I discovered your channel!
Would you mind covering Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes or any other song of him you like?
I loveth thy title , Fixeth Thee . Beauteous .
Astonishingly beautiful 😍
♥♥♥ Perfection in every way ♫
finally, something for my music activity :D
I'm feeling inside the book "Lord of the rings"
You should do the song from the serie "dark
Great cover
Wow so moving.
This needs to be on iTunes immediately pls
i’m crying, i love it
Esta increible
I don't really care for Coldplay and all, but this is beautiful. I wonder how a soft, tired voice would sound singing the lyrics. Not Chris Martin, tho.
Chris Martin is legend and no one can sing this song better than him
Have you listened to BTS' version? Their's is pretty good if you wanna listen to it, or maybe search some covers for the song
Just found your channel. You have a good taste ✌🏻 this is just perfect
If you could do Apparat-Goodbye in bardcore I wouldst die most pleased
I want more :')
Play at 1.5x speed for an upbeat dance version lol
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
When the tears come streaming down your face
'Cause you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
What could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
But high up above or down below
When you are too in love to let it show
Oh but if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
oh and tears come streaming down your face
And I
Tears streaming down your face
I promise you I will learn from all my mistakes
oh and the tears streaming down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Wow!!!
When your neighbor fail to siege your castle and it your turn to fix him
😍😍
when thou try thee best but thou dont sucthee
This is absolutely beautiful, but the conjugation in the title is wrong, and that sense of 'fix' stems from a much too recent error in usage.
(A)'Mend Thee
For to strive might'ly, but spend all in vain
For to attain that sought, yet no need obtain
When body's expired, no quiet to find
An outcast state
And the trickling tears upon thy face
Once-deprived with fortune in disgrace
When on somebody, your love for to waste
Can trials abate?
Lantern to thy feet
Home a welcome meet
And I'll strive to amend thee
. . .
Please do “For the damage coda” by Blonde Redhead🙏
Lord Chris Martin se sentiría muy complacido al oír su bella canción...
I love these covers, but saw that this one didn't have any lyrics. :P I came up with these quickly based on the idea of a witch hunter speaking to a "heretic".
Whence thou tryest to sin and doth succeed,
Thou attainest the material, yet not the reed,
Dos't thou feel tired and wishest to sleep?
Oh, back thee hence from thy vile ways.
The tears come streaming and staineth thy face,
Whence thou loseth thy soul with naught to replace,
D'ost thou loveth the pit? Then thine love is to waste,
For what could be worse?
The pyre shall guide thee home,
And ignite thy bones,
The Lord shall save thee.
The King high above or prince below,
Far too in love with self to let thy soul grow,
If thou stay'st on this path, thee will have naught to show,
Thou has't no worth!
The pyre shall guide thee home,
And ignite thy bones,
The Lord shall save thee.
Tears streameth down thy face,
As a soul one cannot e'er replace,
Thy tears staineth thy face
The pyre will cleanse thy soul!
Tears streameth down thy face,
For the fires of hell thy soul cannot replace,
Thy tears staineth thy face
The pyre will cleanse thy soul!
The pyre shall guide thee home,
And ignite thy bones,
Only then shall the Lord save thee.
On January 3, 1521, a young man by the name of Martin Luther was banished from the Church forever, all for disagreeing with certain practices and speaking out against them. As he sulked home through Wittenberg’s streets, everyone avoided eye contact with him. They didn’t want to look into the eyes of a heretic, strayer, and sinner. When he reached home, Martin collapsed onto the sofa and began crying uncontrollably. At this his wife, Katharina “Katie” von Bora, came into view and sat down beside him. She then gently set his head in her lap and began stroking his long, dark hair. “What is wrong, my love?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing. “I’m afraid we can no longer attend Church, and it’s all because of me.” he said, sobbing even harder this time. Katharina thought for a moment. Then, she prompted Martin to sit up. He did so to avoid angering her. She then stared deeply into his eyes and he did the same, though still trembling a little. "Dearest Martin, do not be afraid. We are all human beings, and we are endowed by our Creator with the unalienable right to think for ourselves and to agree and disagree with others. That's what makes us unique, it's what makes us, us. When you wrote the 95 Theses, you stood up for yourself, when you said "Here I stand; I can do no other" at the Diet of Worms, you stood up for yourself, and when you married me, you stood up for yourself. You see? You've done it so many times that you aren't afraid of it
Fixeth
No se por que me sentí dentro de minecraft...
WHEre THis aRT frOM : a9
Please do "B" by Jaden Smith
First!
Joy Amoyen Not.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
When the tears come streaming down your face
'Cause you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
What could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
But high up above or down below
When you are too in love to let it show
Oh but if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
oh and tears come streaming down your face
And I
Tears streaming down your face
I promise you I will learn from all my mistakes
oh and the tears streaming down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Lord Chris Martin write this for his (now ex) wife Gwyneth when her beloved father passed away.