The Hollow Dead — Hammerhold | Dark Dwarven Metal

The oldest tomb-doors in the deep stand open, and no living hand pushed them. The hold's own buried kin are walking again — fathers, brothers, mothers, grey and hollow-eyed, with some hungry nothing wearing the faces the clan once loved. "The Hollow Dead" is Hammerhold's horror anthem: a fast, dread-driven gallop about the grimmest duty a hold can owe its dead — break what walks, weep for who it was, and lay them back into the stone where they belong. 🎵 Hammerhold — a fictional band of exiled dwarves who carry their lost hold's name down every road. Proud dwarven heavy metal: power/heroic anthems with a folk and shanty edge. 🔔 Subscribe and march with the clan. — Lyrics — A cold comes up from the lowest deep where the oldest dead are laid, and the tomb-doors stand where no hand pushed, and every seal's unmade. They walk with the faces the hold once loved, gone grey and hollow-eyed, a father's hands, a brother's stride, and nothing left inside; no breath, no voice — just bone on the stairs they used to climb, and the deep gives back what we gave the deep, one grave at a time. The hollow dead! The hollow dead! They're climbing from below! They wear the faces of our own — and back they have to go! Back to the stone! Back to the stone! Lay the hollow low! How do you swing at a mother's face that's ten years in the ground? The hammer knows what the heart won't hold — bring the cold thing down! They died once well, with their oaths all kept — they'll not be worn this way, so we break what walks, and we weep, and we seal the doors again. The hollow dead! The hollow dead! They're climbing from below! They wear the faces of our own — and back they have to go! Back to the stone! Back to the stone! Lay the hollow low! Sleep, kin of ours — the shame was never yours, some hungry nothing wears you through the tomb-hall doors; whatever woke you — it will burn! whatever calls you — won't return! Lie down in the mother stone's embrace — the hold remembers your face. The hollow dead! The hollow dead! They came up from below! They wore the faces of our own — and back we made them go! Back to the stone! Back to the stone! We laid the hollow low! The lamps burn on where the old dead sleep — rest now in the stone, and the stone we'll keep. #dwarvenmetal #powermetal #battlemetal #fantasymusic #epicmetal #darkfantasy #Hammerhold