Darkthrone - Transilvanian Hunger lyrics
[Darkthrone - Transilvanian Hunger lyrics]
Transilvanian hunger, cold soul
Your hands are cruel, to haunt, to haunt
The mountains are cold, soul cold
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 one 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
Your hands are cruel, to haunt, to haunt
The mountains are cold, soul cold
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 one 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