Transilvanian hunger cold cold
The mountains are cold soul cold
Your hands are cruel to haunt, to haunt 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 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 katharsis
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of the 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