Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you´re cast asunder
There is no difference between sweet & sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
Turn back the sands of time
Turn black the hands of...
Time, bewilders a childe
I dance through declining years
when the shadows get longer
and tread on weary bones
Medieval ecstasy and rhythm
Are able to burrow in
Hollow man, hollow core
Without a soul, without a soul
Hollow core, hollow man
Without a soul you´re cast asunder
There is no difference between sweet & sour
My soul is dead, a withered sunflower
I truly felt the passing of time
With age I lost the dear grasp of mine...