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Versuri Transilvanian hunger
- Dark Throne

Transilvanian Hunger
the Mountains are Cold
Cold
Cold
Soul
Cold.

Your hands are cruel
careful.. pale..
To Haunt, to Haunt
forever at Night.

Take me in your daylight slumber
can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally.

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.

Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold.

So Pure.. So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger