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
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