Dark Throne (darkthrone) Transilvanian Hunger Lyrics

Transilvanian Hunger Lyrics

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

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 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



[Lyrics by Fenriz (1992)]