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Transilvanian Hunger

This song is by Darkthrone and appears on the album Transilvanian Hunger (1994).

This song has been covered by Alatyr under the title "Transilvanian Hunger".
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

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

Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger
My mountain is cold

So pure
Evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger

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