Daylight (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by David Kushner

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Ye Olde Lyrics

To mine own self, I do avow,
Yet I ken my will shall disavow.
Seeking cleanse of the blood I've shed,
This longing, a weight we both dread.
Two souls, stained, their pleas in vain,
Bound by our shame, our joy, our pain.

Darkness looms in yon distance vast,
From the path I've trod in the past.
Yet its allure, I cannot defy,
By it, I'm both elated and wry.
Thou and I, from the same cursed brew,
Partake in pleasure we both rue.

By it, I'm both elated and wry,
Shielding our misdeeds from the sky's eye,
From the sky's gaze, we seek to hide,
From the sky's gaze, in shadows we bide,
By it, I'm both elated and wry.

Unto mine own self, this shan't recur,
Pray, show any grace that you may concur,
As I prostrate once more, will thee intervene?
In the abyss, in the depth, I've endeavoured,
To heed thy beacon, but night's shroud severed,
In thy grace's absence, hope grows lean.

Darkness looms, its embrace I sense,
Pleading for thy benevolence dense,
Yet its pull, I fear I might embrace,
By it, I'm both elated and wry,
Thou and I, from the same cursed brew,
Partake in pleasure we both rue.

By it, I'm both elated and wry,
Shielding our misdeeds from the sky's eye,
From the sky's gaze, we seek to hide,
From the sky's gaze, in shadows we bide,
By it, I'm both elated and wry.

By it, I'm both elated and wry,
Thou and I, from the same cursed brew,
Partake in pleasure we both rue,
Shielding our misdeeds from the sky's eye,
From the sky's gaze, we seek to hide,
From the sky's gaze, in shadows we bide,
By it, I'm both elated and wry.