Transilvanian Hunger...cold..soul
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Your hands are cruel...to haunt..to haunt
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the mountains are cold...soul...soul...
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careful..pale...forever at Night
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Take me...can't you feel the Call
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Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight slumber
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To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
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ohh, Hate Living...The only heat is warm blood
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So Pure... So Cold
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Transilvanian Hunger
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Hail to the True, intense vampires
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A story made for Divine fulfillment
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To be the ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
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Sorrow and fright the dearest catharsis
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Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
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A part of a Pact that is delightfully immortal
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[scream]
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Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
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Transilvanian Hunger...my mountain is cold
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[scream]
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So Pure... Evil, Cold
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Transilvanian Hunger
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[Lyrics by Fenriz (1992)]
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Transilvanian Hunger
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| Dark Throne (Darkthrone) |
