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   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