Like A Prayer (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by Madonna

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Lyrics
Life is enshrouded in mystery,
Each soul must stand solitary.
I hear thee call my name,
And it doth feel as though I am home.

When thou callest my name, 'tis like a humble supplication,
I am brought low, upon my knees, I yearn to lead thee thither,
In the witching hour, thy force I can feel,
Just like a prayer, thou knowest I shall lead thee thither.

Thine voice I hear,
Like an angel lamenting softly,
I am without choice,
I hear thy voice,
It feels as if I soar.

Mine eyes I close,
Oh Lord, I reckon I am plummeting,
From the heavens above,
Mine eyes I close,
Heaven aid me.

When thou callest my name, 'tis like a humble supplication,
I am brought low, upon my knees, I yearn to lead thee thither,
In the witching hour, thy force I can feel,
Just like a prayer, thou knowest I shall lead thee thither.

Like a child,
Thou whisperest softly unto me,
Thou art in command,
Just like a child,
Now I am moved to dance.

It's like a vision,
No cessation nor commencement,
Thou art with me,
It's like a vision,
Let the choir sing forth.

When thou callest my name, 'tis like a humble supplication,
I am brought low, upon my knees, I yearn to lead thee thither,
In the witching hour, thy force I can feel,
Just like a prayer, thou knowest I shall lead thee thither.

Life is enshrouded in mystery,
Each soul must stand solitary.
I hear thee call my name,
And it doth feel as though I am home.

Just like a prayer, thine voice doth transport me thither,
Just like a muse to me, thou art enigma,
Just like a vision, thou art not as thou appearest,
Just like a prayer, without choice, thy voice doth transport me thither.