Eve of Ruination - Thrash Bardcore (Remastered)

Fast-paced Thrash Bardcore, aggressive punk-folk, frantic lute, driving hurdy-gurdy, pounding war-drum percussion, furious male vocal ensemble, angry call-and-response shouts, archaic English, chaotic tavern riot energy, relentless rhythmic momentum, dark minor key, furious dynamic shifts, frantic fiddle, raw clipping acoustic production, 14th century battle ballad feel, 160 BPM

V5.5

**Chorus**
But soft, thou tell'st me oft and oft again,
My trusted peer, my close-allied friend —
Thou'lt not believe, despite the signs shown clear,
*The eve of total ruin draweth near.*

**Verse 2**
Dost thou not grasp the words I would impart?
Feel'st thou not the dread that grips my heart?
If but the fatal spring be pressed by pride,
There is no nook where mortal soul may hide.
None shall remain to succor or to save,
When all the world lies cold within its grave.
Cast round thy gaze, young squire; mark the sight,
'Twould strike a stout and hollow heart with fright.

**Chorus**
But soft, thou tell'st me oft and oft again,
My trusted peer, my close-allied friend —
Thou'lt not believe, despite the signs shown clear,
*The eve of total ruin draweth near.*

**Bridge**
My humors boil; my blood begins to clotted stay,
While here I sit and muse the hours away.
I cannot warp the truth to suit my will,
For truth defies the lawman's art and skill.
A handful of high lords in council met
Bring forth no law to ease the kingdom's debt.
And marches lone cannot the breach repair,
When mutual grace is vanished into air.

**Verse 3**
This frantic globe, in chaos and despair,
Is more than wretched mortal soul can bear.
Consider well the hate in MAGA’s breast,
Then look to Portland, far within the West.
Aye, thou may'st fly four days toward the stars,
Escaping briefly from these earthly bars;
But when thy foot returneth to the base,
Thou'lt find the same decayed and weary place.

**Outro Verse**
The beat of drums, the vaunt, the deep disgrace,
Inter thy dead, but leave no ghostly trace.
Despise thy neighbor, keep thy malice fed,
But ne'er forget to bless thy daily bread.

**Final Chorus** *(slower, heavier)*
Yet still thou tell'st me oft and oft again,
My trusted peer, my close-allied friend —
Thou'lt not believe, despite the signs shown clear,
*The eve of total ruin draweth near…*
*The eve of total ruin draweth near.*

2313/7500

**Verse 1** The morning lands in Eastern realms ignite, Where fury flares and leaden bolts take flight. Thou art of age to slay with bloody hand, Yet barred from casting voice to rule the land. Thou claim'st a heart of peace, averse to strife, Yet clutch'st a loaded gun to guard thy life? Even where Jordan's sacred waters spread, The current bears the weight of silent dead. **Chorus** But soft, thou tell'st me oft and oft again, My trusted peer, my close-allied friend — Thou'lt not believe, despite the signs shown clear, *The eve of total ruin draweth near.* **Verse 2** Dost thou not grasp the words I would impart? Feel'st thou not the dread that grips my heart? If but the fatal spring be pressed by pride, There is no nook where mortal soul may hide. None shall remain to succor or to save, When all the world lies cold within its grave. Cast round thy gaze, young squire; mark the sight, 'Twould strike a stout and hollow heart with fright. **Chorus** But soft, thou tell'st me oft and oft again, My trusted peer, my close-allied friend — Thou'lt not believe, despite the signs shown clear, *The eve of total ruin draweth near.* **Bridge** My humors boil; my blood begins to clotted stay, While here I sit and muse the hours away. I cannot warp the truth to suit my will, For truth defies the lawman's art and skill. A handful of high lords in council met Bring forth no law to ease the kingdom's debt. And marches lone cannot the breach repair, When mutual grace is vanished into air. **Verse 3** This frantic globe, in chaos and despair, Is more than wretched mortal soul can bear. Consider well the hate in MAGA’s breast, Then look to Portland, far within the West. Aye, thou may'st fly four days toward the stars, Escaping briefly from these earthly bars; But when thy foot returneth to the base, Thou'lt find the same decayed and weary place. **Outro Verse** The beat of drums, the vaunt, the deep disgrace, Inter thy dead, but leave no ghostly trace. Despise thy neighbor, keep thy malice fed, But ne'er forget to bless thy daily bread. **Final Chorus** *(slower, heavier)* Yet still thou tell'st me oft and oft again, My trusted peer, my close-allied friend — Thou'lt not believe, despite the signs shown clear, *The eve of total ruin draweth near…* *The eve of total ruin draweth near.*

0/500