Cover of Weep for Manetheren, from Amazon's The Wheel of Time. Vocals and instrumental by Hildegard von Blingin', lyrics/translation in collaboration with Bernadette Banner.
It's been an age! Thank you all for your patience since my last video. It means the world to me that you still come back for more, and I do appreciate every kind comment you leave. This channel remains a passion project that I do when my day job allows time, though I'm happy to say that I have two completed Bardcore covers waiting in the wings. Also, I have an instrumental version of this that I might share if there seems to be enough interest. Let me know if you'd like to hear it!
This project was done in collaboration with the incomparable Bernadette Banner, who originated the idea and spearheaded the translation into Old Tongue. Please check out her video series covering her creation of Moiraine's iconic look from the Wheel of Time show! This song was created for the reveal in part 3. Part 1: youtube.com/watch?v=0PHQgJj4kBc Part 2: youtube.com/watch?v=kLnWlKdxRNA Part 3: youtube.com/watch?v=w5O159rd2Rk
About the art: Moiraine illustrated by me, based on Bernadette's photo. Pieter Bruegel the Elder, Landscape with the Flight into Egypt, 1563 Robert Humphry Giles (1802-1881) British, 'A Balcony in Venice During a Festival'
Lyrics: Conden iro sa muadniey a fel daden Veshan daine dyu ir mamen Al'dhol daes dalae vid daishar Laada culieb, laada culieb
Denanen al'Manetheren Ghueth ni al'shar al'Aemon Soutak ni Manetheren Laada culieb, laada culieb
Sa dhol sorbe ko'shar Gaen al'Tarendrelle Rafane al Caldazar Ti lendha maral
Inde dhol nolvae No disain isharane Dyu rahien al'tarmon'nag Shar sain duadhe, shar sain duadhe
Denanen al'Manetheren Ghueth ni al'shar al'Aemon Soutak ni Manetheren Laada culieb, laada culieb
English (Not a direct translation): We walk the footsteps of our fathers The trails blazed by our mothers They bought the land with their blood Long ago, long ago
Sing of Manetheren Weep for the blood of Aemon Cry for Manetheren Long ago, long ago
In the land where the first blood runs Across the Tarendrelle Flew the Red Eagle Destined to fall
No ground was given But they were betrayed By dawn on the last day The waters were blood
Sing of Manetheren Weep for the blood of Aemon Cry for Manetheren Long ago, long ago
Cover of Weep for Manetheren, from Amazon's The Wheel of Time. Vocals and instrumental by Hildegard von Blingin', lyrics/translation in collaboration with Bernadette Banner.
It's been an age! Thank you all for your patience since my last video. It means the world to me that you still come back for more, and I do appreciate every kind comment you leave. This channel remains a passion project that I do when my day job allows time, though I'm happy to say that I have two completed Bardcore covers waiting in the wings. Also, I have an instrumental version of this that I might share if there seems to be enough interest. Let me know if you'd like to hear it!
This project was done in collaboration with the incomparable Bernadette Banner, who originated the idea and spearheaded the translation into Old Tongue. Please check out her video series covering her creation of Moiraine's iconic look from the Wheel of Time show! This song was created for the reveal in part 3. Part 1: youtube.com/watch?v=0PHQgJj4kBc Part 2: youtube.com/watch?v=kLnWlKdxRNA Part 3: youtube.com/watch?v=w5O159rd2Rk
About the art: Moiraine illustrated by me, based on Bernadette's photo. Pieter Bruegel the Elder, Landscape with the Flight into Egypt, 1563 Robert Humphry Giles (1802-1881) British, 'A Balcony in Venice During a Festival'
Lyrics: Conden iro sa muadniey a fel daden Veshan daine dyu ir mamen Al'dhol daes dalae vid daishar Laada culieb, laada culieb
Denanen al'Manetheren Ghueth ni al'shar al'Aemon Soutak ni Manetheren Laada culieb, laada culieb
Sa dhol sorbe ko'shar Gaen al'Tarendrelle Rafane al Caldazar Ti lendha maral
Inde dhol nolvae No disain isharane Dyu rahien al'tarmon'nag Shar sain duadhe, shar sain duadhe
Denanen al'Manetheren Ghueth ni al'shar al'Aemon Soutak ni Manetheren Laada culieb, laada culieb
English (Not a direct translation): We walk the footsteps of our fathers The trails blazed by our mothers They bought the land with their blood Long ago, long ago
Sing of Manetheren Weep for the blood of Aemon Cry for Manetheren Long ago, long ago
In the land where the first blood runs Across the Tarendrelle Flew the Red Eagle Destined to fall
No ground was given But they were betrayed By dawn on the last day The waters were blood
Happy October to you all! I created this original piece about a year ago for Patreon, and I'm sharing it all with you so that you can use it as background music in your D&D campaigns, or put it on while you read a book by the window.
The art was illustrated by yours truly based on Slavic folklore (Edit: I mindlessly added a cross to the top, which makes zero sense for a Pagan dwelling, my apologies! I've fixed the thumbnail, but the best I can do is add a blur to the video. It looks odd now, but oh well).
I feel like a Billie Eilish cover has been long overdue, but I’ve struggled to interpret her songs in the past. This one was a challenge too, but I tried to lean into the fairytale/Disney vibes. It could even belong in an animated Barbie movie from the early 2000s. I hope you enjoy this silly and whimsical interpretation, thank you for listening!
The Art:
The image is Maria van Bourgondië by Albert de Vriendt, but I’ve re-painted the face to look like Billie.
The Lyrics:
I want thee to stay Till I am in the grave Until I rot away, dead and buried Lying in the casket thou dost carry
If thou goest, I go too ‘Tis thee, I always knew If I am turning blue, do not save me No one but my true love shall wake me
Birds of a feather, we should flock together, I know I said I’d never think I was not better alone Capricious weather, might not be forever But if it is forever, ‘tis all the better
I know not what I am crying for I think I could not love thee more It might be brief, but lambkin I I shall love thee till the day that I die
Till the day that I die Till the see runneth dry Till the day that I die
Couldst thou but only see Thyself as I see thee Thou wouldst learn to trust thy reflection ‘Tis the very soul of perfection But thou’rt modest to a fault Thee whom I exalt ‘Tis better to be ardent than prudish Thou sayest “let it end” Be not foolish
I know not what I am crying for I think I could not love thee more It might be brief, but lambkin I I cannot say goodbye
Birds of a feather, we should flock together, I know I said I’d never think I was not better alone Capricious weather, might not be forever But if it is forever, ‘tis all the better
There are many covers of Billy Joel's We Didn't Start the Fire that adapt it to different times, but we wanted to give it the bardcore treatment. *Unlike the original, the list is not chronological, and jumps around in time a lot. It very loosely spans from around 400 to 1600, and is from a rather Eurocentric point of view. Thank you to my brother, Friar Funk, for devising the lyrics and providing the majority of the vocals. Many thanks as well to his new wife and our dad for joining us in the chorus at the end.
Antioch, Sassanids Spaniards in a strange land Fatimids, El Cid Ottoman invasion
Rashidun Arabia Christian relicmania Hussites, Swiss pikes Executing Templar Knights
Lichtenauer, Skanderbeg Holding off the Pechenegs Black plague, here to stay What else do I dare to say?
CHORUS
Nicaea, Troubadours William Wallace torn in four Falkirk Glasswork Stamford Bridge, Göktürks
3 year Famine, Medicine Barons oust a sovereign Carrouges versus Jacques le Gris Carracks sail across the sea
Walpurgis Fechtbuch Arslan and the Seljuks Clontarf, Lombards Habsburgs, Bannockburn
Church denied by Thomas More Montezuma is no more Curse this German Peasants’ War I can't take it anymore!
We did not start the fire It was always burning as the world was turning We did not start the fire But when we are gone, it shall still burn on and on and on We did not start the fire It was always burning as the world was turning We did not start the fire No we did not light it, but we tried to fight itHouse of the Dragon - Rhaenyra Targaryen Theme - With Additional High Valyrian LyricsHildegard von Blingin2024-06-25 | ▶ Spotify (This song won't be up for a little bit, but you can find my other work here): open.spotify.com/artist/5BSPl6yCVGvrCyKUp2peGM?si=PmWd2VOSRiasV1Ir1-63rw ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
Original song composed by: Ramin Djawadi Illustration by yours truly.
Ever since watching House of the Dragon season 1, I often find this theme stuck in my brain. Technically it's called "The Power of Prophecy", but many simply refer to it as Rhaenyra's theme, despite the fact that she has a number of motifs. I wanted to make a fairy straight forward recreation of the song, but with a twist.
You may notice some additional vocals in the middle and at the end, which I have done my best to write in High Valyrian. Some lines were plucked directly from the show, while others were written with some help from the High Valyrian sub Reddit. I'm sure I've made mistakes in some of the artistic liberties I took, but I enjoy the added flavour of singing in this beautiful conlang, which was created by David J. Peterson.
By the by, this video is not sponsored in any way, but I'd gladly work with HBO Max if they reached out. ;) I hope you're all enjoying season 2!
This cover features the talented Collin Vodicka on the Irish flute and duduk, which originated in Armenia. Please check out his work here: Website: collinvodicka.com Tiktok: tiktok.com/@collinwoodwind
The art is mostly cobbled together using images from The Tübinger Hausbuch, which you'll find on the University of Tübingen's website. It's a really interesting book, and you can read the whole thing here: https://opendigi.ub.uni-tuebingen.de/opendigi/Md2#p=207
Lyrics: Languid rain am I The skies refuse to cry Cremation taketh its piece of thy supply The night is dressed like noon A sailor spoke too soon I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Aurochs number few My thyme is choked with rue A secret garden that I never knew My shield doth weigh a ton The archer is on the run No man can stand alone behind the sun
It has been so long since I found a friend Waiting for another black summer to end It has been so long and one cannot know when Waiting for another black summer to end
Crack the flaming whip Sailing on a sinking ship Riding on a headless horse to make the trip
It has been so long since I found a friend Waiting for another black summer to end It has been so long and one cannot know when Waiting for another black summer to end
I’ve been waiting, waiting Waiting for another black summer to end Waiting, I’ve been waiting Waiting for another black summer to end Waiting, waiting Waiting for another black summer to endMy Most Historically Accurate Song YetHildegard von Blingin2024-04-01 | I present to you Cantiga 166, also known as Como Poden. I visited many archives looking for the most authentic Medieval music I could find, and discovered a rare source that contained this arrangement. Although this channel is known for its Bardcore covers of modern songs, I believe it is important to honour its roots with something rigorously researched and recreated with the greatest historical accuracy possible. I pray you enjoy.
May I present "Soldier, Poet, King" by the Oh Hellos, but even more Bardcore than it already is. I decided to leave the lyrics alone, but I changed the key entirely, and I am joined by my brother Friar Funk on male vocals. I hope it graces the table at your next D&D campaign.
The Art: May Calendar Page; Hawking, Unknown artist/maker, Mid-1200s, Bruges (possibly), Belgium (Place Created), J. Paul Getty Museum at the Getty Center (Los Angeles)
I found the “soldier” and “poet” on Pinterest and modified the art, but couldn’t find a source.
The Lyrics: There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will slay you with His tongue Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh, Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei, oh lai Ohh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, oh Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh lai, ohWho Shall Vigil Stand | Crusader Kings III: Legends of the DeadHildegard von Blingin2024-03-04 | ▶ Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/2pgbw2MQvItG5BLF33JAnQ?si=407c0926d427442b ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
I am thrilled to present this collaboration with Paradox, the creators of Crusader Kings III, a grand strategy role-playing game set in the Middle Ages. It's such an honour to have been charged with writing a completely original song for their newest work: Legends of the Dead. This new core expansion deals with themes of death, fame, and glory, with a focus on how lineage and legend are inextricably tied to one another. It also introduces a new, insidious enemy—the plague itself.
Watch the release trailer for Legends of the Dead here (I'm singing at the end!): youtu.be/_3KXin9Zuns
I was inspired by chivalric ideals, Arthurian legend, and images of the Lady of Shalott adrift in her boat. The beautiful illustration featured in this video is by N.C. Wyeth.
Lyrics: Who shall mourn thee Wash and shroud thee Climb the belfry Who shall vigil stand?
Who shall praise thee Fear and hate thee Save thy story From the shifting sand?
Who shall carve thee Mould and cast thee Set thy form free By their own right hand?
Joyous Yule, everyone! Krampusnacht was on December 5th, but it's never too late to caution your children not to go wandering in the woods. This piece was inspired by "Double Trouble", which was written by John Williams using Shakespeare's words. I wrote the lyrics and tune for this as a sort of Christmasy companion piece, and called on my brother Friar Funk to add his countertenor voice to my choir.
A bit of history about Krampus: Krampus is a goat-like horned character from Central and Eastern Alpine European folklore. As the bad cop to Saint Nicholas's good cop, his name is invoked around Yuletide to scare children into behaving. On the night of December 5th, they visit each home, doling out gifts and punishment as they see fit. Well-behaved children receive toys and delicious goodies, while naughty children are punished with birch rods and given nothing but coal, or in some versions of the story, shoved into a sack or basket and carried away to hell.
Hail, and well met this dark November! I hope you are all keeping well.
This cover of Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game was created in collaboration with the wonderful Uilleann piper and whistle player Aaron Dolan, who is creating Irish music in Germany. It was a pleasure to work with him and have his pipes and whistles grace this channel. You can find lots of his work over on Tiktok or here on Youtube, so do check him out! ▶ Aaron’s Tiktok: tiktok.com/@aarondolan_music ▶ Aaron’s Youtube: youtube.com/channel/UCry1o61Z2prE5OoMSYsMIVg
The Art: 'Hi leret der markis Arablen der kuninginnen den kristenden loben'(folio 25r) from the Willehalm Codex' by Wolfram von Eschenbach, 1334. University Library Kassel, Germany. The little decorative detail is from fol. 60r from Bodleian Library MS. Bodl. 264.
The Lyrics: The world was on fire And no one could save me but thee ‘Tis strange how desire hath a mockery made of me I never dreamed I would meet someone such as thee I never dreamed I would lose someone such as thee
No I don’t want to fall in love No I don’t want to fall in love With thee
What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thought to free, to let me dream of thee What a wicked thing to say, thou hast not felt this way What a wicked thought to free, to make me dream of thee
No I don’t want to fall in love No I don’t want to fall in love
The world was on fire And no one could save me but thee ‘Tis strange how desire hath a mockery made of me I never dreamed I would love someone such as thee I never dreamed I would lose someone such as thee
No I don’t want to fall in love No I don’t want to fall in love With theeCome Little Children - From Hocus Pocus (Cover by Hildegard von Blingin)Hildegard von Blingin2023-10-13 | Glad tidings for Autumn and the upcoming All Hallows' Eve! Oh, and happy Friday the 13th as well. In honour of spooky season, I offer you this cover of Come Little Children (Sarah's Theme), composed by James Horner for Hocus Pocus. The extended lyrics have some rather foggy origins, but I discovered them through Erutan's wonderful cover of this song.
Good day fine folks! I am so thrilled to announce that I finally made a Patreon! I'll be posting all sorts of things, from early access videos, to downloads, art, polls, and songs from the cutting room floor. The first Behind the Scenes video is available for all, so please go have a look!
The Art: An album of miniatures from the early 17th century, featuring the characters of the commedia dell’arte. (PRPH Books)
The Lyrics: I see a red door And I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn black I see the maidens fair Dressed in their summer clothes And I must bow my head Until my darkness goeth
I see the lonely chapel ‘Tis all painted black With flowers and my love Both never to come back The townsfolk cross themselves And swiftly look away Much like a newborn babe, It doth happen every day
I look inside myself And see my heart is black I see my red door I must have it painted black Look now for no more day Nor night, but that from hell, Then all must as they may In darkness learn to dwell
No more doth blue spread o’er my green and wretched sea I could not e’er foretell this fate befalling thee If I stare long enough Into the setting sun My love shall laugh with me Before the morn doth come
I see a red door And I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn black I see the maidens fair Dressed in their summer clothes And I must bow my head Until my darkness goethBaldurs Gate 3 - Down By the River (Cover by Hildegard von Blingin)Hildegard von Blingin2023-08-03 | I present to you my cover of "Down By the River" from the official Baldur's Gate 3 soundtrack by Larian Studios. Thank you to the fine folks at Larian for sponsoring this video. I have fond memories of playing Baldur's Gate 2 as a kid and have been eagerly awaiting this next instalment! Baldur's Gate 3 is now available on PC! Click the link below if you want to check out the game and support my channel: bit.ly/Hildegard_BaldursGate3
Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblinginHurt - Nine Inch Nails (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)Hildegard von Blingin2023-05-23 | Greetings all! I'm back with another bardcore cover, which in some ways is a cover of a cover. Hurt was written by Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails, and famously covered by Johnny Cash only 7 months before his death. I'm throwing my hat in the ring with a somewhat unusual take on the theme, but had to stop myself from bawling while recording even with the altered lyrics. Some of the words resisted change of any kind. No matter the context, this song gets you right in the human frailty.
You get extra points if you can tell which character the art is based on. The art: A heavily altered Miniature of Conrad III of Germany from Chronica Regia Coloniensis (Cologne Kings' Chronicle; Cologne; ca. 1240). Brussels, Bibliothèque Royale, Ms. 467, fol. 64v
Lyrics: I fell upon my sword To see if I could die I woke upon the morn, And still I was alive The arrow tears a hole, The old familiar sting The fates hold out my thread, But cannot cut the string
What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I love fades away in the end And thou couldst have it all My empire of dirt I will let thee down I will make thee hurt
I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear Thou art someone else And I am still right here
What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I love fades away in the end And thou couldst have it all My empire of dirt I will let thee down I will make thee hurt If I could start again A thousand leagues away I would keep my oath I would find a wayBeasts of Yore - from Inkulinati | Official Song by Hildegard von BlinginHildegard von Blingin2022-12-19 | ▶ Game Trailer (featuring yours truly): youtu.be/Hlx330vg0Dc
To arms! The rabbits are attacking! I present one last song before the New Year, which I created for the medieval fighting game Inkulinati. They originally asked me to write a song, but I also ended up voicing my namesake character, Hildegard von Bingen. If you play this game you may hear me die over and over again. Or...hopefully win!
Inkulinati is an ink-based strategy straight from medieval manuscripts, where a rabbit’s bum can be deadlier than a dog's sword. Become a master of the Living Ink, build your own bestiary, defeat medieval superstars and collect perks to unleash hidden powers! Inkulinati is coming to PC, Mac, and Xbox consoles on the 31st of January 2023. Check out their website here: yazagames.com
The song is loosely based on Neidhart von Reuental's work, (1180-1237) "Meie, din liehter schin" with original lyrics and a Latin-ish chorus. The characters you see in the video are all units/beasts that you will command in the game.
The Lyrics: Hast thou skill with a quill? Ink shall be thy living will Make thy mark upon the page And with thy deeds a ledger fill Here the pen is mighty still If thou seekest glory
Inkulinati Potens dominus Miles bestialis Artificiosus
If thine aim is acclaim Come and join a merry game Here a scribe can best a king On vellum all can make a name But beware the margin flame Or thou shalt be sorry
Inkulinati Potens dominus Miles bestialis Artificiosus
Hear them roar, beasts of yore Snail and hare and dog of war Wilt thou bless them from the rear Or lead thine army at the fore? Wielder of the living lore What shall be thy story?
Joyous Yule and happy holidays everyone! I hope this finds you hale and merry, wherever you are.
Unfortunately I’ve had a run of bad health, and I lost my voice for a stretch of time. Making an instrumental was a nice way to keep creating music despite this, so please enjoy this chill old-timey cover of Wham!’s “Last Christmas”. (If you participate in Whamageddon, fear not, only the original version counts.)
I do have more vocal covers on the way soon, and an upcoming musical collaboration with the medieval manuscript fighting game Inkulinati. I've also been slowly updating and remastering my older covers and uploading them to Spotify. This song should be up by the 15th of this month. Thank you everyone for your continued patience and support!
About the Art: Mistletoe from "The Tudor Pattern book", ca. 1520/30, Ms Ashmole 1504 The lovers are a reconstructed illustration by me based on “Leontion”, illumination from the manuscript “Cas des nobles hommes et femmes”, ms. Français 12420, f. 93r, 15th century, Bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits, Paris.House of the Rising Sun - Hildegard von Blingin’ & Algal the Bard (Bardcore | Medieval Style)Hildegard von Blingin2022-06-11 | ▶ Check out Algal the Bard's channel! You'll find a mix of bardcore covers and original music there. youtube.com/c/AlgaltheBard ▶ Watch our other collaboration, Dust in the Wind: youtube.com/watch?v=JO5vJrOZaqE ▶ Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/05mmvQAwT4ioqYL2ITnnpo?si=vvUjcd_8RPORzQ-gXGkkHw ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
We're pleased to present you with not one, but two Bardcore covers! Algal played every instrument you hear, and I provided the vocals. You'll find the other cover, Dust in the Wind, on Algal's channel in the link above.
About the art: Illustration of Algal the Bard by me 15th Century Bathhouse, Konrad Kieser Ms. of 1405, coloured. (Recoloured from black and white by me)
** LYRICS ** There is a house in Orléans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a soul And Lord I know I'm one
Mother was a tailor She sewed my chaperon My father was a gambling man Down, in Orléans
The only thing a gambler requires Is a satchel and his luck And the only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s in his cups
Oh mothers tell thy children Not to do what I have done I spent my life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
I’ve one foot in the stirrup The other on the ground I shall return to Orléans To be lost, and never found
My friends, I am so excited to share this collaboration with you. It’s been many months in the making, and I couldn’t be prouder of this team. Thank you to Whitney for scheming up this whole endeavour, and to Ana and Ignatz at OOF Animation for bringing our vision to life! A special thanks as well to Whitney’s wonderful patrons, whose support made this a reality.
** CREDITS ** New Lyrics, Producer, Singer: Whitney Avalon New Lyrics, Producer, Music Track, Singer: Hildegard von Blingin’ Animation: OOF Animation (Ana Stefaniak & Ignatz Johnson Higham) oofanimation.co.uk Executive Assistant: Caroline Sharp
** LYRICS ** [HILDEGARD] Whither have the worthy gone, oh, where is fair Gawain? Where is gallant Galahad to take the bridle rein? [WHITNEY] Is there not a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and turn and I dream of what I need
[H] I need a hero I shall hold out for a hero 'til the end of the night I pray he be hale, Wingèd of heel And newly return’d from the fight [W] I need a hero I shall hold out for a hero 'til the morning light He must be assur’d E’er true to his word With a wit that will thrill and excite Thrill and excite
Erelong at the witching hour within my reverie Somewhere just beyond the veil someone reacheth out for me [H] Racing on a courser and clad in gleaming mail I shall answer none but he who bringeth me the grail
[W] Aaah, I need a hero I shall hold out for a hero 'til the end of the night Could I but afford My very own sword I would not require his might [H] I need a hero I shall hold out for a hero 'til the morning light By god was he blessed E’er true to his quest A man of whom Chaucer will write
[W] Up where the dragons glide near heaven above Out on a storm-tossed odyssey Verily doth a saintly champion ride toward me [H] Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain The plague, and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood
[BOTH] I need a hero I shall hold out for a hero ‘til the end of the night I pray he be hale, Wingèd of heel And newly return’d from the fight I need a hero I shall hold out for a hero ‘til the morning light A knight, not a pawn A true paragon With armor and eyes shining bright I need a hero
Hello again! I hope this finds you all healthy and happy. Life is not back to anything resembling normal yet, but I’ve been working on a handful of covers and I’m excited to share this one with you. I’ve wanted to give one of The Weeknd’s songs the Bardcore treatment for a while now, and finally landed on “Save Your Tears”.
The Art (With some adjustments): Nicklaus Glockenden I Saint Maurice and His Companions Illumination. Missal of Cardinal Albrecht von Brandenburg (572 ff.). Folio 437 sup v . W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research, Harvard University.
Lyrics:
I saw thee dancing from the gallery Thou lookest gay when I am not with thee But then my presence caught thee by surprise A single teardrop falling from thine eyes I know not why I run away I make thee cry when I run away
With no portent how could I divine That our love would wither on the vine? And now I find no favour in thine eyes I am more ghost than someone to despise
I know not why I run away I make thee cry when I run away Though I wandered once, I wish to stay Save thy tears for another Save thy tears for another day Save thy tears for another day
‘Twas my folly in that month of May When I vowed to thee that I would stay But ask me not why swans in winter fly For they can no more bide with thee than I
I know not why I run away For thou shalt cry when I run away Though I wandered once I wish to stay Save thy tears for the morrow And if it pleases thee, send me away I would spare thee any sorrow Save thy tears for another day Save thy tears for another day
I know not why I run away For thou shalt cry when I run away Pray, embrace me for I wish to stay Save thy tears for another Save thy tears for another day Save thy tears for another dayJenny of Oldstones - A Game of Thrones Cover by Hildegard von BlinginHildegard von Blingin2021-03-31 | Jenny of Oldstones - Composed by Ramin Djawadi and originally performed by Florence + the Machine
Good day! I realize it's rather late to be posting Game of Thrones content so long after its...controversial finale, but this song is so gorgeous, and I've always wanted to sing it.
I'm working on several new Bardcore covers, but I'm also keen to sing some songs from various TV shows and Games. If you have any particular requests, feel free to comment below.
High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts The ones she had lost and the ones she had found And the ones who had loved her the most
The ones who'd been gone for so very long She could not remember their names They spun her around on the damp old stones Spun away all her sorrow and pain
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
They danced through the day and into the night Through the snow that swept through the hall From winter to summer and winter again 'Til the walls did crumble and fall
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Happy New Year! Hopefully this is no longer the winter of our discontent, and you are all doing well. I took a bit of a breather over Christmas break, and by that I mean I started several songs and wasn't satisfied enough to post them. Then I came across Taylor Swift's new song and decided to give it the Bardcore treatment. No groundbreaking lyrical genius on my part here, but if you can spot the reference to one of my all time favourite fantasy movies, you win 10 points!
Also, I was very excited to take my new Tony Dixon low D whistle for a spin. (Not sponsored, just a fan) As for the art, I couldn't find a single manuscript with a usable willow, so I drew this one myself. I also painted the lady, who is based on an image from an illustrated manuscript of Le Roman de la Rose entitled Husband and Wife as Equals.
Lyrics: I am like the water when thy ship roll’d in that night Rough on the surface, but thou cut’st through like a knife And if we were not bound by fate, Ne’er would have known from the look on thy face Lost in thy current like a priceless wine
The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man
Life was a willow and it bent before thy wind Head on the pillow, I could feel thee stealing in As if thou wert a mythical thing, A chalice from the palace or a champion ring There was one prize I would die to win
The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man Thou knowest my ship could bear thee home Anywhere else is hollow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man
Life was a willow, and it bent before thy wind I am scorned time and time again Life was a willow, and it bent before thy wind Yet I return like an old refrain
Wait for the signal, I shall meet thee after dark Down by the tree where my name and mine are carv’d Now we two are bound by fate Belike I might have known from the look on thy face Every facade was a work of art
The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man Thou knowest my ship could bear thee home Anywhere else is hollow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man The more thou dost say, the less I know Whither thou wilt stray, I follow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my man I know that my ship could bear thee home Anywhere else is hollow I beg of thee, please, take my hand, Foil my plans, thou'rt my manEnyas Orinoco Flow, but its a Bardcore sea shantyHildegard von Blingin2020-11-14 | ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
Orinoco Flow, by Enya, but it's a bardcore sea shanty.
Good morrow! It has been a little while, I’m afraid, for I have been busy with work around the abbey as we prepare for Winter. But I humbly offer another song for you all, by none other than our ethereal Queen Enya herself. This piece prominently features the lovely voice of my brother Friar Funk, and has additional vocals by the other men in the family. Please try to smell the salt spray and feel the wind on your face, even if you’re stuck at home like me.
A small update regarding Spotify: Cornelius Link and I have signed on with Kartel Music Group, and his songs are already up on Spotify. (Have a listen! shorturl.at/bdDEI ) Mine are a bit more complex when it comes to legalities, so they will be taking somewhat longer, but I promise the ball is now rolling! Thank you for your patience.
Art: White Ship, Cotton Claudius D. ii, f. 45v. From the British Library.The gathering together of the fish and sea monsters. MS. Douce 134, fol. 42v. From the Bodleian Digital Library
Lyrics: Let me sail, let me sail Let the Volga river flow Let me reach, let me beach On the shores of Tripoli Let me sail, let me sail Let me crash upon thy shore Let me reach, let me beach Far beyond the Baltic Sea
Sail away, sail away, sail away
From Calais to Marseilles, in the shade of Avalon From Bari to Tiree and to Thessaloniki From Milan to Sidon hear the power of Babylon From Paris to Dundee, far beneath the Celtic Sea
Sail away, sail away, sail away
From the North to the South Ebudae into Khartoum From the deep sea of clouds To the island of the moon Carry me on the waves To lands I have never been Carry me on the waves To lands I have never seen
We can sail, we can sail With the Volga river flow We can sail, we can sail (Sail away, Sail away, Sail away) We can steer, we can near With my hands upon the oar We can sigh, say goodbye To the life we knew before We can sail, we can sail (Sail away, Sail away, Sail away)
We can reach, we can beach On the shores of Tripoli We can sail, we can sail (Sail away, Sail away, Sail away) From Paris to Dundee, far beneath the Celtic Sea
Today marks the death of my patron Saint Hildegard Von Bingen, who left the world on the 17th of September in 1179. Given that we just hit a big landmark on this channel (700k! Thank you!), it seemed the perfect opportunity to pay homage to my namesake by singing an actual work of hers and drawing a little illumination. She was a prolific writer and extraordinarily talented woman, and a big part of my love for Early Music.
So today I give you some actual Medieval music! Stay tuned for more Bardcore in the coming weeks, since I have a song in the works.
Edit: Oops, yes it says "Performbed" in the first title card. Youtube no longer allows annotations, so my spelling mistake is now immortalized. Please feel free to throw tomatoes.
I'd also love to share with you my first radio interview, which was with Vanessa Hughes on ABC Australia's Classic Drive. You'll find me around the 1:38:55 mark. https://www.abc.net.au/classic/programs/classic-drive/classic-drive/12657340
Thank you ALL of you, for your support, for your comments, and your interest in music that is dear to my heart.
Lyrics:
O virtus Sapientiae, quae circuiens circuisti comprehendendo omnia in una via, quae habet vitam, tres alas habens, quarum una in altum volat, et altera de terra sudat, et tertia undique volat. Laus tibi sit, sicut te decet, O Sapientia.
Translation: O strength of Wisdom who, circling, circled, enclosing all in one lifegiving path, three wings you have: one soars to the heights, one distils its essence upon the earth, and the third is everywhere. Praise to you, as is fitting, O WisdomSummertime Sadness (Bardcore | Medieval Style)Hildegard von Blingin2020-09-05 | ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
Summertime Sadness, by Lana Del Rey (Bardcore/Medieval Style)
Good day fine people! I present a eulogy for a rather unpleasant summer, and wish you all a happier autumn!
In other news, I will likely be holding off on pursuing Spotify until I have enough songs to just upload a proper album. Rest assured I will announce it the moment I do. Also, I'd love to share another fun interview I did a little while back for those of you who are interested: bit.ly/3lMJqTv
Art: Codex Manesse 069r Werner von Teufen
Lyrics: Kiss me once before thou goest Summertide sorrow I have loved thee the most And shall love thee to my barrow
I don my red surcoat tonight Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight Like Godiva, hair loose down to the thigh Pattens off, I feel so alive
Oh, by God! I feel it in the air Cathedral bells above a-ringing like a prayer How my heart’s afire! I feel it everywhere Naught can daunt me anymore
Kiss me once before thou goest Summertide sorrow I have loved thee the most And shall love thee to my barrow
‘Tis but summertide, Summertide sorrow Summertide, summertide sorrow ‘Tis but summertide, summertide sorrow Oh, oh, oh
I feel the wind with every stride Riding nearly swift as the arrow flies With my vagabond by my heavenly side I know if I go, I shall die happy tonight
Oh, by God! I feel it in the air Cathedral bells above a-ringing like a prayer How my heart’s afire! I feel it everywhere Naught can daunt me anymore
Kiss me once before thou goest Summertide sorrow I have loved thee the most And shall love thee to my barrow
‘Tis the summertide, Summertide sorrow Summertide, summertide sorrow ‘Tis the summertide, summertide sorrow Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
I shall miss thee forever Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky Later is better than never E’en if thou art gone, I shall yet ride, ride, ride
‘Tis but summertide, Summertide sorrow Summertide, summertide sorrow ‘Tis but summertide, summertide sorrow Oh, oh, oh
Kiss me once before thou goest Summertide sorrow I have loved thee the most And shall love thee to my barrow
Good morrow! I have descended from my cloister once more with another offering for the ravenous rabble.
Silliness aside, I want to thank you all again for helping to make such a wholesome part of the internet. I live for your hilarious comments and witty imaginings, and only wish I had more time to devote to this. I'm back to work, so I can't aspire to weekly videos, but I do endeavour to continue making these.
The art is a composite/partial paint over of three different sources, including: MS Bodley 264, and Lausanne, Bibliothèque Cantonale et Universitaire U 964 - Biblia Porta fol. 178r, and one other that I've had no luck tracking down.
Lyrics: Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I beg of thee, pray take not my lord Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I fear, from thee, ‘twould take naught but a word Thy beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Thy smile is like a breath of Spring Thy voice is soft like Summer rain And I cannot compete with thee Jolene He talketh of thee in his sleep And alas, I cannot keep From weeping when I hear thy name Jolene Although it is so plain to see How little he doth mean to thee My love for him is boundless as the sea Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I beg of thee, oh please take not my lord Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I fear, from you, ‘twould take naught but a word Thou couldst have thy choice of men But I could never love again He is the only one for me Jolene I would risk both life and limb To spend my only days with him My happiness is at thy whim, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I beg of thee, pray take not my lord Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I fear, from thee, ‘twould take naught but a wordSomebody That I Used To Know (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover with Vocals)Hildegard von Blingin2020-06-21 | ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
“Somebody That I Used to Know” by Gotye Arranged and Performed by Hildegard von Blingin, featuring Friar Funk
Well met, strangers, and ever so glad to see you, old friends! Here's a banger from 8 years ago, but like you've never heard it before.
I’m trying my very best to put out a song once a week while your interest in Bardcore continues, and will continue to do so for as long as I can. Your support sustains me, I really mean that. I'm slowly making some moves towards getting this music on Spotify, so hang tight on that front. I'm also hoping to get some instrumental versions up for use as karaoke tracks or background music for gaming.
The art used is a modified image from the Tacuinum Sanitatis.
Lyrics: Now and then I think of when we were together Eros surely hit the apple of mine eye I believed thou wert right for me, but felt so lonely in thy company But that was love and ‘tis an ache I still remember
One becomes enamoured with a certain kind of sadness This resignation to the end, ever the end When we found we could not make amends Thou declared we would e’er be friends But I concede that I was fain to be parted
Was there cause to cast me off? Act as though it never happened and that we were nothing In sooth I do need thy love But thou makest me a stranger and that feels so rough Hadst thou need to stoop so low? To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters I need no longer write them, though Now thou art somebody whom I used to know
I lament the many times that thou impugn’d my honour But maintained it was ever something I had done No more shall I live that way Uncertain what thy words bewray Thou said that if I were to go I would not find thee pining for somebody whom thou used to know
Was there cause to cast me off? Act as if it never happened and that we were nothing I do not even need thy love But thou makest me stranger and that feels so rough Hadst thou need to stoop so low To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters I need no longer write them, though For now thou art somebody whom I used to know Now thou art somebody whom I used to knowCreep (Bardcore | Medieval Style with Vocals)Hildegard von Blingin2020-06-10 | ▶ Listen to the Updated/Remastered version on Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/6ciY9ct9IhEH1ciRem723p?si=59fMPnA6R-i6J3-6iNZB3w ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
Creep by Radiohead, medieval and fantasy inspired
Verily, I am flabbergasted by the response these days of late. Over one hundred thousand souls? Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
I now present a morose tune that perhaps we all can relate to. Some of us float like a feather, but at some point or other, we all feel like the creep in the corner. Poor fellow.
The art is a combination of a manuscript margin ornament (I'm sorry, I can't recall where from), and the little weirdo is a detail from "The Rutland Psalter".
Lyrics: When thou wert here before I could not look thee in the eye Thou art like an angel Thy skin makes me cry Thou float’st like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special Thou’rt so very special But I am a creep I am a weirdo What in hell am I doing here? I do not belong here I care not if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want thee to notice When I am gone Thou’rt so very special I wish I was special But I am a creep I am a weirdo What in hell am I doing here? I do not belong here She runneth out the door She runneth out She run, run, run, run, run Whatever makes thee happy Whatever thou want’st Thou’rt so very special I wish I was special But I am a creep I am a weirdo What in hell am I doing here? I do not belong here I do not belong hereBad Romance (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)Hildegard von Blingin2020-06-03 | ▶ Listen to the Updated/Remastered version on Spotify: open.spotify.com/track/4eTXL5hElCLCuHIoRBSzLL?si=85c239a656b34001 Bad Romance, by Lady Gaga, but medieval/fantasy inspired.
Ye have all been exceedingly lovely, a thousand thanks for the support and kind words! I am still new to this, but wanted to actually create my own instrumental this time, so on this track you'll hear a Celtic harp and several wooden recorders I played.
Also, I received some wonderful suggestions for the name of this strange genre. Obviously there is plenty of wonderful authentic medieval music out there, but there also seems to be a ravenous demand for "old timey" covers of modern songs. So far the contenders are: Tavernwave and Bardcore. I love both, and I'd also love to hear your suggestions in the comments.
The image is a combination of two pages from the Romance of Alexander in French verse, with illuminations by the Flemish illuminator Jehan de Grise & his workshop, 1338-44
PS: (For those of you scholarly folk asking, yes "thee and me" is technically incorrect, which is a nod to the original lyrics by the Lady Gaga)
Lyrics: I want thine ugly, I want thy disease Take aught from thee shall I if it can be free I want thy love Love, love, love, I want thy love I want thy heartache, the touch of thy hand For weal or woe, I want each kiss in the sand I want thy love Love, love, love, I want thy love
I want thy love, and all thy lover’s revenge Thee and me could write a bad romance
I want thy horror, I want thy design Thou art a criminal whilst thou art mine I want thy love Love, love, love, I want thy love I want thy Nero, thy Bedlam lament, If this is sin then I shall never repent, I want thy love Love, love, love, I want thy love
I want thy love, and all thy lover’s revenge Thee and me could write a bad romancePumped Up Kicks (Bardcore | Medieval Style with Vocals - Original by Cornelius Link)Hildegard von Blingin2020-05-31 | ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
Pumped Up Kicks, medieval style.
Lo, I do jump on the mummer wagon. I present to ye, Pumped Up Kicks, or henceforth: Buskin Boots. I must thank Cornelius Funk for giving the world his wonderful arrangement, and also my brother, Friar Funk, for providing his heavenly voice.
Lyrics: Robert hath a swift hand He doth gaze upon the fyrd, and he maketh a plan He hath a jaunty cap, perched upon his head, he is a longbowman He did find an old bow of yew And a quiver of arrows in his father’s chest, wherefore I cannot say But he cometh for thee, yea he cometh for thee
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go Outrun my bow All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrow
Father worketh all day And he cometh home late, yea he cometh home late Mayhaps he bringeth me a gift For stew is in the pot though it doth taste of grit I have waited e’re long Now mine eye is quick and mine arm is strong I reason with my crooked cap And say “Thou art an artless, greasy tallow-catch.” Yea
All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go Outrun my bow All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrowWhat is Love (Bardcore | Medieval Style with Vocals - Original by Cornelius Link)Hildegard von Blingin2020-05-26 | ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin
What is Love (Medieval Style with Singer)
Original song by Haddaway Medieval edit by Cornelius Link youtube.com/watch?v=kJWvmSJ3k9Q Vocals and lyrics by Hildegard von Blingin'