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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

Transilvanian Hunger

So Pure... So Cold



A story made for Divine fulfillment

Hail to the True, intense vampires



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 a Pact that is Delightfully immortal



Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire

So Pure... Evil, Cold

Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold



Transilvanian Hunger

														   

														   



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