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Transilvanian hunger
The mountain so cold
Cold, cold, soul cold
Your hands are cruel careful, pale
To haunt, to haunt 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 Katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
So pure, evil cold
Transilvanian hunger
- Album:
- Arctic Thunder
- Black Death and Beyond
- The Underground Resistance
- Introducing Darkthrone
- F.O.A.D.
- Too Old Too Cold (EP)
- The Cult Is Alive
- Under Beskyttelse Av Mørke (EP)
- Sardonic Wrath
- Hate Them
- Plaguewielder
- Ravishing Grimness
- Panzerfaust
- Miscellaneous
- Transilvanian Hunger
- Under A Funeral Moon
- A Blaze In The Northern Sky
- Soulside Journey
- Dark Thrones And Black Flags
- Circle The Wagons