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katruna · 3 days
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theroyalbard · 4 days
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The false hydra could never operate for long in today’s world. Everyone’s headphones would put a stop to those shenanigans real quick. In this Ted Talk-
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Ye Olde Karma (originally by Jojo Siwa)
Okay so I had way too much time on my hands and um I spent way too long making a medieval/old timey version of Karma by Jojo Siwa. Erm yeah so I wrote all the lyrics myself here you go. May have missed some stuff
I was an uncouth maiden, I did commit some nefarious acts by mine own hand.
Verily, I tell thee I did it all for merriment, and it twas of no value to me.
It didst never happen, the event was erased, lost to silence as a secret thought.
As when the great tree falls in yonder forest, dost any ear hear the sound?
Another late sundown, yet one more furiosus illtempered bout,
And it did not occur to my despairing mind how it would hurt thyself.
I was indeed an untamed infant, thou always knew this as fact.
Twas only a small passage of time to wait before I ruined mine chances.
Karmas a wench.
Thou doth should've known prior.
If thou was to cast a shilling down a wishing well,
Thou would've refrained from partaking in the heinous act of adultery.
When I laid mine eyes upon the fine portraits and countenance curated of thee and thy imbecilic companion,
I didst indeed feel thy cruel blade twist in my heart,
Thou shalt not lie,
Thou shalt not cheat,
Thou shalt not be caught partaking in acts known to be unholy lest your soul suffer mortal peril,
And thy will end up verily just like myself, an unfortunate soul.
Karmas a wench.
Thou doth should've known prior.
If thou was to cast a shilling down a wishing well,
Thou would've refrained from partaking in the heinous act of adultery.
When I laid mine eyes upon the fine portraits and countenance curated of thee and thy imbecilic companion,
I didst indeed feel thy cruel blade twist in my heart,
She is a goodly fair maiden of God, though she may be of the opinion she is a bore,
Trust my words, fellow, within 20 marks of the hour, thy head will rest upon thy pillow, asleep.
But it does perplex me despite this fact, you did indeed bed this maiden, a bad choice, I do indeed declare.
I say now the heavens are paying me retribution for my ungodly, heathen acts.
Thou shalt not lie
Thou shalt not cheat
I shalt scribe it near a thousandfold times and hope it grants my soul relief.
Karmas a wench.
Thou doth should've known prior.
If thou was to cast a shilling down a wishing well,
Thou would've refrained from partaking in the heinous act of adultery.
When I laid mine eyes upon the fine portraits and countenance curated of thee and thy imbecilic companion,
I didst indeed feel thy cruel blade twist in my heart,
Karmas a wench.
And that maiden is in your company this hour.
Karmas a wench.
Karmas a wench.
Thy soul is compelled to behave in a manner conducive to a good Christian person, lest thy actions come back to bite thee.
Karmas a wench
And that maiden is in your company this hour.
And when I lay my weary body down to rest at my bed, it's not thy warm body that rests next to mine as a comfort,
This room doth feel so vacant, just mine own self and the remnants of my thoughts inhabiting the space.
In the looking glass, stone-cold eyes do look back at me, devoid of feeling or indeed sympathy.
Karmas a wench.
And that maiden is in your company this hour.
Karmas a wench.
Karmas a wench.
Thy soul is compelled to behave in a manner conducive to a good Christian person, lest thy actions come back to bite thee.
Karmas a wench
And that maiden is in your company this hour.
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mycovers · 18 days
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This is a "bardcore" (= Medieval style) version of Rolling Stones' "Paint it black".
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kittiesncottagecore · 20 days
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Medieval peasant woman after that bitch Kathy steals her turnips and accuses her of witchcraft: this is most importune. bard, play poison poison by Lady Renee of House Rapp
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loptrlab · 24 days
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White candle in hand Violet stands in front of the grave of her fallen angel - Violet. There's an odd-shaped hockey stick at her feet. Her purple and black jersey has the number 88 underneath Violet. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small stack of pictures. They are her assailants. She puts them underneath the white candle a top Violet's grave then puts some of the soil from the tombstone into a little sachet hanging from her cargo pants. Picking up the hockey stick she looks ready for war. She lights the candle.
It's Violet's Revenge ...
The game would be similar to "Dead by Daylight" - https://deadbydaylight.com/ 
I’ve pitched this idea to Ren via Connor. We’ll see if he answers.
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acrylicbooks · 24 days
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katruna · 10 days
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spotofmummery · 30 days
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funzige-gedachten · 1 month
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Here is a request to every bardcore artist to please cover something from joker out i am begging i will settle for any one of their songs
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anthonydeleon · 1 month
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Did you get to hear my recent Medieval Coolio Remix? Gangsta's Paradise Bardcode.
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Wicked Game - Chris Isaak - Hildegard von Blingin' ft. Aaron Dolan (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)
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khakirnelm · 1 month
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Just found out there’s a genre called medieval hip hop(bardcore) and I don’t know how I have been living my whole life without it
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loptrlab · 25 days
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Violet’s Revenge
Violet? Violet! Violet.
She opens her eyes to see her police liaison worriedly shaking her hand. The doctor shushes him off and asks Violet if she can tell her what day it is.
Violet says nothing.
The doctor begins to tell her how she's had surgery when her liaison cuts her off, "She knows already. She's a forensics examiner for the government. She's top of her class at catching these types of ... criminals."
The doctor continues, "still I have to inform Violet of the procedure performed to save her life cost her the ability to bear children."
Violet blinks.
The liaison leads the doctor out of the room and comes back to her bedside, "What do you need?" 
Violet blinks. Then goes back to staring at the ceiling slowly a small smile begins to form.
Cut to a diner and Violet is coming out of her daze. It's weeks later and she hasn't spoken a word since. Her liaison is snapping his fingers, "Listen you may have all of those paper pushers fooled into letting you come back to work. Office duty my ass. I know, you. There's something wicked coming and it's not natural."
Violet smiles and taps her communication device, a mechanical voice says, "Happy Hallows Eve."
End of Part 3
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shailion · 1 month
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A bardcore cover of Hozier's take me to church
I think if you played this in front of a priest from that era they'd explode
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