V A E L O R A - Hollowmane

Hollow main, buried in the ground; this is my last sound.
Every wound a name; empires turn to flame.
Chain the flesh, not the fire; I was born a liar.
Hollow main, howling in the dark; nothing left, just a scar.
Hollow main, buried in the ground; this is my last song.
Hollow main.
Hollow main.
Hollow main.