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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