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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 ohh, Hate Living...The only heat is warm blood So Pure... So Cold From Letras Mania