Bardcore got its start in early 2020, and quickly became popular with the same crowd that took to sea shanties and cottage core.
In an interview from that year, Hildegard Von Blingen’ tied her blossoming success to the Covid pandemic. “Mediaevalism has played such a big role in popular culture for many years, but for this year I feel like we’re feeling a certain kinship with the people of the middle ages given they went through plagues and wars.”
“There’s a bit of a strange camaraderie,” she continued. “I’ve noticed it in the comments of my videos – people are saying they feel the world is evolving backwards. There’s a bit of black humor sentiment going on there and there’s something Python-esque about it. But I think people are also just looking for escapism. It’s a fun and irreverent trend – it’s silly and it doesn’t take itself seriously – I think it’s a good distraction.”
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 goeth
Meet Me In Montauk 
My favorite line in this one:
“I could not e’er foretell this fate befalling thee.”