Interpret:

Darkthrone

Album:

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


[scream]


Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian Hunger...my mountain is cold


[scream]


So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger