Transilvanian Hunger
Cold...
Soul…
Your hands are cruel to Haunt…to Haunt...
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
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
AAAAHHHHGGGHHH
So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger