Run from the Hollows (Remix)
This horror folk ballad opens with intricate fingerpicked acoustic guitar, underscored by droning bowed strings for a trance-like ambience. Sparse hand percussion and brushed snare add groove, while low male vocals deliver melodies full of dark intervals. Subtle harmonium tones swell beneath, and New Orleans jazz inflections emerge through minor-key muted brass and eerie clarinet licks, merging spooky voodoo vibes into the haunting folky texture.
Run from the Hollows (Remix)
This horror folk ballad opens with intricate fingerpicked acoustic guitar, underscored by droning bowed strings for a trance-like ambience. Sparse hand percussion and brushed snare add groove, while low male vocals deliver melodies full of dark intervals. Subtle harmonium tones swell beneath, and New Orleans jazz inflections emerge through minor-key muted brass and eerie clarinet licks, merging spooky voodoo vibes into the haunting folky texture.
Lyrics
Prologue
"You ain’t heard? Then sit real still,
I’ll tell ya ‘bout the things on Hollow Hill.
Not wolves nor wendigos that howl so mean—
Nah, these beasts… they feed on what you’ve seen.
First comes Regret—all ribs and rot,
Smells like the grave of the love you forgot.
Then Shame’s slick tongue (oh, it binds so tight),
And Fear? Well… he likes to bite."
Verse 1
"Met a girl out by Deadman’s Creek,
Face like dawn but her soul was weak.
She said ‘I’ve outrun my sorrows thrice—’
Then we heard it… that voice like ice.
‘LITTLE LAMB,’ it crooned from the pines,
‘WHY’D YOU BURY YOUR HEART IN A RUSTED MINE?’
And oh—that laugh—like a breaking noose,
Loneliness had come to recruit."
Chorus
"Run, run, but you’ll never be free,
The Hollows remember what you used to be.
One for the tear-stains under your bed,
Two for the thing that wears your head…"
Verse 2
"I booked it east where the preachers pray,
But Guilt just grinned in the pews that day.
Pale as lard with a hymnbook mouth,
Singin’ ‘You’re the sin no drought can wash out…’
Tried the city—lights should kill shades,
But Rage was there in the streetlamp glade.
Molten eyes and a gasoline scent,
‘Burn it down—you’re already spent.’"
Bridge
"Then the wise-woman spat in a jar of nails,
Said ‘The Hollows grow where your silence fails.
Speak your worst or they’ll dig it free—’
But the door blew open… and Fear grinned at me."
Final Chorus
"Run, run, but the road’s all gone,
The Hollows sing with your rotten tongue.
One for the grave and two for the lie,
Three’s the thing that learned to cry…"
"…Four’s the one who wears your eyes."
Epilogue
"So if you’re walkin’ and your shadow stays,
While the wind screams someone else’s name…
Don’t look back for the hands on your coat—
Just pray the Hollows like your throat."