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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
Oh, hate living... the only heat is warm blood

So pure... so cold
Transilvanian Hunger
So pure... so cold

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
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal

So pure... so cold
Transilvanian Hunger
So pure... so cold

So pure... so cold
Transilvanian Hunger
So pure... so cold

So pure... so cold
So pure... so cold

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