Transilvanian Hunger...cold..soul
Your hands are cruel...to haunt..to haunt
the mountains are
cold...soul...soul...
careful..pale...forever at Night
Take me...can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally in your
daylight slumber
To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
oh, Hate Living...The only heat is warm blood
So
Pure... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
Hail to the True, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment
To be the
ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest catharsis
Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
A part of
a Pact that is delightfully immortal
[scream]
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian
Hunger...my mountain is cold
[scream]
So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
[Lyrics by Fenriz
(1992)]
