THE SLEEPING HOLLOW

[INTRO - Acoustic folk guitar, colonial atmosphere, distant horse hooves, 15 seconds] [VERSE 1 - Melodic death, fast riffs, female ethereal clean] Ichabod rides through the hollow, His fears are growing, he cannot follow. The rider comes with hollow eyes, He brings the dead, he brings the lies. Sleepy Hollow — cursed by fate, The horseman seals the town's debate, Ichabod knows the end is near, But he cannot escape the fear. [CHORUS - Death doom, heavy breakdowns, female gutturals] THE HORSEMAN! THE HOLLOW! (SCREAM) HE HEADS FOR THE BRIDGE — I FOLLOW! (GUTTURAL) THE HORSEMAN! THE NIGHT! I AM THE SHADOW — I AM THE FRIGHT! [VERSE 2 - Melodic death, faster riffs, female gutturals] The horseman swings his rotting blade, Ichabod prays — but he will fade, The tree splits and the end is near, The horseman feeds upon his fear. No head to see, no face to know, The horseman is the town's great woe, But Scarlett watches from the glade, She knows the game — she's not afraid. [BRIDGE - Acoustic folk, female spoken word with reverb] "Sleepy Hollow... never wakes up..." "I've seen this story before..." [FINAL CHORUS - Maximum velocity, all vocals layered] THE HORSEMAN! THE HOLLOW! HE HEADS FOR THE BRIDGE — I FOLLOW! THE HORSEMAN! THE NIGHT! I AM THE SHADOW — I AM THE FRIGHT! [OUTRO - Fading horse hooves, acoustic guitar, female whisper] "Gallop on... horseman..." "Gallop on..."