Like A Prayer (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by Madonna

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Good day, welcometh to our musical marvel. Heareth our rendition of the famous tune and wallow in merriment, What I've Done originally by Linkin Park. Pray, let mercy arrive and cleanse
What deeds I have wrought. 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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Lyrics
Life is enshrouded in mystery,
Each soul must stand solitary.
I hear thee call my name,
And it doth feel as though I am home.

When thou callest my name, 'tis like a humble supplication,
I am brought low, upon my knees, I yearn to lead thee thither,
In the witching hour, thy force I can feel,
Just like a prayer, thou knowest I shall lead thee thither.

Thine voice I hear,
Like an angel lamenting softly,
I am without choice,
I hear thy voice,
It feels as if I soar.

Mine eyes I close,
Oh Lord, I reckon I am plummeting,
From the heavens above,
Mine eyes I close,
Heaven aid me.

When thou callest my name, 'tis like a humble supplication,
I am brought low, upon my knees, I yearn to lead thee thither,
In the witching hour, thy force I can feel,
Just like a prayer, thou knowest I shall lead thee thither.

Like a child,
Thou whisperest softly unto me,
Thou art in command,
Just like a child,
Now I am moved to dance.

It's like a vision,
No cessation nor commencement,
Thou art with me,
It's like a vision,
Let the choir sing forth.

When thou callest my name, 'tis like a humble supplication,
I am brought low, upon my knees, I yearn to lead thee thither,
In the witching hour, thy force I can feel,
Just like a prayer, thou knowest I shall lead thee thither.

Life is enshrouded in mystery,
Each soul must stand solitary.
I hear thee call my name,
And it doth feel as though I am home.

Just like a prayer, thine voice doth transport me thither,
Just like a muse to me, thou art enigma,
Just like a vision, thou art not as thou appearest,
Just like a prayer, without choice, thy voice doth transport me thither.

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