Raven Ashford: Hollow Nights

Female singer, Post-Grunge, Raw and gritty, driven by distorted guitars, powerful drums, and emotional vocals, Female singer with a raspy, emotive tone that shifts between haunting and explosive, ‑Overly polished production, ‑pop elements, ‑or soft acoustic tones, ‑No auto-tune-heavy vocals or upbeat melodies, ‑Steer clear of bright, ‑happy instrumentals or generic rock clichés

(Verse 1) Dust in my lungs, blood on my hands, This city’s a graveyard, not a promised land. The undead crawl, their shadows chase, Dragging death with every hollow face. I hear their moans, I feel their breath, Every step closer to life or death. (Chorus) Hollow nights, hollow days, Fighting through this endless haze. I’m still swinging, still alive, Through this hell, I will survive. The dead keep coming, but I don’t care, I’ll carve my scars into the air. (Verse 2) Their hollow eyes are voids of black, A mirror of the things I’ll never get back. The world is gone, it’s just decay, But I’ll cut these corpses ‘til my dying day. The streets are ash, the walls bleed dust, Every corner holds the weight of distrust. (Chorus) Hollow nights, hollow days, Fighting through this endless haze. I’m still swinging, still alive, Through this hell, I will survive. The dead keep coming, but I don’t care, I’ll carve my scars into the air. (Bridge) They crawl in hordes, they rip and tear, But my blade sings death in the thickened air. Every strike is a lullaby, For the ones who fall but won’t fucking die. Their groans echo, their shadows swell, A symphony straight out of hell. (Verse 3) I’ve lost too much, but I can’t let go, The echoes of her laugh still call me home. A rabbit in my bag, it keeps me sane, While I cut through this nightmare again and again. Through the ashes, I hear their cries, But the fight in my heart refuses to die. (Chorus) Hollow nights, hollow days, Fighting through this endless haze. I’m still swinging, still alive, Through this hell, I will survive. The dead keep coming, but I don’t care, I’ll carve my scars into the air. (Outro) Hollow nights… hollow hearts… But I’ll keep fighting in the dark. The world’s on fire, and I don’t care, I’ll carve my scars into the air.

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