Transilvanian Hunger

Transylvanian 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, I hate living, the only heat is warm blood So pure, so cold Transylvanian hunger Hail to the true intense vampires A story made for divine fulfillment To be the ones breathing in 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 Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire Transylvanian hunger, my mountain is cold Ah So pure, evil, cold Transylvanian hunger