Alatyr (Svk)
Transylvanian Hunger
(Darkthrone cover)
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 So pure... So cold Transilvanian hunger Hail to the true, intense vampires A story made for divine fulfillment To be the one's 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 Letras de cancionesFeel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold So pure... Evil, cold Transilvanian hunger
From Letras Mania