Из альбома: Transilvanian Hunger
Transilvanian Hunger
The mountain so Cold
Cold Cold Soul Cold
Your hands are cruel careful pale
To Haunt, to Haunt 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
Transilvanian Hunger
So Pure So Cold
A story made for Divine fulfillment
Hail to the True, intense vampires
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
So Pure Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold
Transilvanian Hunger