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My Immortal - Evanescence (Gothic Bardcore | Medieval Style with Vocals)

A medieval reinterpretation of My Immortal by Evanescence — featuring lute, harp, recorder, and vocals in the old style gothic medieval stye, with vocals. Lyrics: I grow weary of this place, Where shadows cling to mine embrace. All my childish fears return, And bid my weary heart to burn. If thou must go, then prithee, go, For still thy ghost refuseth so. Thy presence lingers like a flame, That knoweth not its master’s name. These wounds refuse to heal, This pain, too grave, too real. Too much for time to e’er erase— Thy touch, thy voice, thy face. When thou didst weep, I dried thy tears, When thou didst scream, I quell’d thy fears. Through every year I held thy hand— Yet thou still own’st my soul unplann’d. Thy light did once my spirit claim, Now bound I am to grief and shame. Thy visage haunts my restless dreams, Thy voice unravels reason’s seams. O time, thou cruel, deceitful thief, Thou leav’st me not but hollow grief. These wounds refuse to heal, This pain, too grave, too real. Too much for time to e’er erase— Thy touch, thy voice, thy face. When thou didst weep, I dried thy tears, When thou didst scream, I quell’d thy fears. Through every year I held thy hand— Yet thou still own’st my soul unplann’d. Oft I whisper thou art gone, Yet still thy breath within me drawn. Thou dwell’st unseen within my core— Though gone, thou art mine evermore. When thou didst weep, I dried thy tears, When thou didst scream, I quell’d thy fears. Through all these years, I held thy hand— Yet thou still own’st my soul unplann’d. Thou hast all of me… Aye… all of me. #Bardcore #MedievalMusic #MyImmortal #Evanescence