📚 Will she be lost and gone? | The Hollowed Inn #music #ailig

Link to track - THE HOLLOWED INN
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Podcast - THE HOLLOWED INN
https://youtu.be/b3cTKOtYW5A

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Lyrics:
THE HOLLOWED INN
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The wind was whisperin’ through the pines,
An old key cold in her trembling hand,
A letter sealed in candle wax,
And fate she couldn’t understand.

She crossed the hills where shadows grow,
A house beneath the mountain’s spine,
The forest sighed, the ravens called,
And every step erased the line.
The doors creaked open slow and wide,
Dust like ghosts began to dance,
The air was thick, the silence deep,
The walls were caught in a trance.

Echoes hum beneath the floor,
Like memories she can’t ignore…

She walks the halls of the hollowed inn,
Time stands still, the dream begins,
Rooms return in golden light,
Then fade again into the night.
She hears a name she’s never known,
Whispered soft in undertones,
The Reaper waits behind the door
And she can’t find the way out anymore.

A mirror flashes candle flame,
But none are lit, the air is still,
The scent of rain, the sound of chains,
A chill that bends her will.
She calls for help, the echo lies,
The stairs descend but never end,
She sees her face in painted glass,
A life she can’t defend.

The cellar hums a mournful tune,
Her heartbeat syncs, the walls consume…

She walks the halls of the hollowed inn,
Time stands still, the dream begins,
Rooms return in golden light,
Then fade again into the night.
She hears a name she’s never known,
Whispered soft in undertones,
The Reaper waits behind the door —
And she can’t find the way out anymore.

Footsteps circle where none tread,
Portrait eyes of the long since dead,
The wind outside begins to cry,
“Welcome home, don’t say goodbye.”

Now she walks the halls for all of time,
Caught between the dark and rhyme,
Her shadow dances in the flame,
The house remembers her by name.
She hears her laughter down below,
A song of sorrow soft and slow,
The Reaper hums forevermore
And she won’t find the way out anymore.

The key turns cold within her hand,
The forest sighs, it understands,
The mountain sleeps, the echoes call
She’s part of the house, once and for all.