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Transilvanian hunger, the mountains are cold
Cold soul...soul cold.

Your hands are cruel...careful pale
To haunt, to haunt, forever at night.

Take me to the 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 fullfilement.

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 delightfuly immortal.

Feel the call freeze you, with the upermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountaind is cold.

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