Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthrone cover)

"Transilvanian Hunger" . Transilvanian hunger cold, soul 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... . 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. ... AAAHHH!!... . Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold. ... AAAHHH!!... So pure... Evil, cold... ... Transilvanian hunger...