מילים לשיר Transilvanian Hunger – Darkthrone

Transilvanian Hunger
Cold Cold Soul Cold the mountain so Cold
Your hands are cruel careful . pale .
To Haunt, to Haunt forever at Night
Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight slumber
Take me can't you feel the Call To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
ohh, 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 Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold
Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire
So Pure. Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger.