Transilvanian hunger
Cold Cold
Your hands are cruel
To haunt, to haunt
The mountains are cold
Soul Cold
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
Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
So pure . .. So cold
Transilvanian hunger