Don't Stop Believin' (Medieval / Bardcore Parody Cover) Originally by Journey

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Ye Olde Lyrics

Behold a maiden of modest township,
Dwelling within a world of solitude,
She hath taken the nocturnal coach to realms unknown.
A youth of the metropolis,
Born and nurtured in the southern region of Detroit,
He embarked upon the midnight chariot, bound for places unseen.

A minstrel in a chamber veiled in smoke,
An aroma of vine's blood and perfume of meager cost,
For a shared smile, they can possess the night,
It continueth evermore and more.

Strangers in waiting,
Up and down the grand promenade,
Their silhouettes embark upon a nocturnal quest,
Lanterns illuminating folks,
Living but to unearth sentiment,
Concealed, in some recess of the night.

Toiling fiercely to secure mine sustenance,
Each soul yearneth for a moment of excitement,
Exchanging all their worth to cast the dice,
Yet one more occasion.
Some find victory, others suffer defeat,
Certain souls are birthed to voice the lament.
Lo and behold, the spectacle ceaseth not,
It unfurls endlessly and more.

Strangers in anticipation,
Ascending and descending the broad boulevard,
Their shadows engaged in the night's exploration,
Lanterns glow upon the populace,
Existing merely to discover emotion,
Hidden, somewhere in the night.

Cease not thy faith,
Cling to that sensation,
Lanterns, peasants,

Cease not thy faith,
Remain steadfast.
Lanterns, peasants,

Cease not thy faith,
Hold tight to that sentiment,
Lanterns, peasants.

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