Good day, welcometh to our musical marvel. Heareth our rendition of the famous tune and wallow in merriment, Cruel Summer originally by Taylor Swift. Pray, let mercy arrive and cleanse<br />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!<br />What slayeth me not, makes me yearn thee more.<br /><br />Be sure to subscribe for more content here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCA_GCogdjMaVjv19y3gl6NQ?sub_confirmation=1<br /><br />You can find this track and more on Spotify!: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1BMITM12bahSSVJjmdDmuF?si=w5-NzQc7RTKperbORmdPwQ<br /><br />Followeth Me On:<br />►Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1BMITM12bahSSVJjmdDmuF?si=xtWtgCDqTcmMjeXccnj4Jw<br />►Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/bardcore/1537773807<br />►Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.co.uk/artists/B08M3K9Z9V/bardcore<br />►Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BardcoreOfficial<br />►Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bardcoreband/<br />►Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheBardcore<br /><br />For more of our covers go to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7lhIIIUUaA&list=PLNBGdTWnQ7ck2LRP86SjcVRr5uHzz2Rqp&ab_channel=Bardcore<br /><br />Lyrics<br />Fever dream high in the still of the night,<br />Thou knowest I have caught it;<br />Ill, ill boy,<br />Bright toy with a cost,<br />Thou knowest I have bought it.<br />It slays me slowly, out the casement,<br />Ever do I await thee to await beneath.<br />Demons cast the lots, seraphs roll their eyes,<br />What slayeth me not, makes me yearn thee more.<br />And 'tis new, the form of thy frame,<br />'Tis blue, the sentiment I hold,<br />And 'tis oh, whoa, oh,<br />'Tis a cruel summer.<br />'Tis cool, thus I tell them,<br />No laws in fragile paradise,<br />But oh, whoa, oh,<br />'Tis a cruel summer<br />With thee.<br /><br />Hang thy head low<br />In the glow of the vending apparatus,<br />I perish not.<br />Thou say we'll but ruin it in these trying times,<br />We strive not.<br />So sever the lanterns, summer’s a blade,<br />Ever do I await thee just to slice to the bone.<br />Demons cast the lots, seraphs roll their eyes,<br />And if I bleed, thou shalt be the last to wot.<br />Oh, 'tis new, the form of thy frame,<br />'Tis blue, the sentiment I hold,<br />And 'tis oh, whoa, oh,<br />'Tis a cruel summer.<br />'Tis cool, thus I tell them,<br />No laws in fragile paradise,<br />But oh, whoa, oh,<br />'Tis a cruel summer<br />With thee.<br /><br />Inebriate in the rear of the coach,<br />And I wept like a babe returning from the tavern (oh),<br />Said, "I am well," but it was not true,<br />I desire not to keep secrets just to retain thee.<br />And I crept through the garden barrier<br />Every eve that summer just to doom my destiny (oh),<br />And I cried out for whatever it's worth,<br />"I love thee," is that not the vilest thing thou hast ever heard?<br />He gazes up grinning like a fiend.
