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Hollow Legacy | D&D Champion Fighter Song

The champion who won every fight and still has nothing to pass on. “Hollow Legacy” is a D&D Champion Fighter song about what’s left when you outlive every war, every rival, and every reason you picked up a sword. It’s the confession of a legend who did everything “right” and is haunted by the silence that followed. Perfect for veteran Fighters, retired heroes, “one last job” characters, or any D&D playlist about glory, purpose, and what comes after the final battle. #dnd #dndmusic #fighter #champion #dungeonsanddragons 🎵 LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/38ytM... Lyrics & Concept: Medieval Confessions Music Production: Suno AI Artwork: Leonardo AI Lyrics: They carved my name in tavern wood, Sang it loud in crowded halls. I stood where monsters learned my steel, Watched empires rise and fall. I did it right. I played it clean. No dark pacts. No divine flame. Just blood, and breath, and perfect form— And now the room still knows my name. My armor rests like borrowed skin, Polished more than worn. The blade that ended legends once Feels heavier each morn. They say I’m proof that effort pays, That skill outlives the years— But no one tells you what is left When strength outpaces fear. Applause sounds different When it lives only in your head. I have trophies, I have songs, I have stories passed around. I have every proof of greatness— And nothing here right now. If glory was the point of all those scars, Then why does it feel wrong? I won every fight they asked of me… And outlived what I fought for. No squire waits to learn my form, No child bears my name. The halls grow quiet when I speak Of honor, blood, and fame. They want the moment frozen still When I was sharp and strong— Not the man who walks away Still wondering what went wrong. They cheer the echo, Not the voice that’s still here. I have medals, ranks, and scars, Battles etched in bone. I lived the life of legends— And earned it all alone. If legacy is more than praise That fades when crowds are gone— Then tell me what I leave behind When I’m the last one on. I don’t regret the fights I won. I regret the ones I never chose. No enemy prepared me for What comes when no one needs your blows. Let the bards keep singing loud, Let the banners rot with time. If glory ends with empty hands, Then glory isn’t mine. I would trade each victory For one thing that remained— A reason to be remembered By someone who knew my name. I am the champion who won everything and still has nothing to pass on.