Transilvanian Hunger by Darkthrone Guitar Tab

Lyrics

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.

Oh, hate living, the only heat is warm blood.

So pure, so cold.

Transilvanian hunger.

Heil to the true intense vampires.

A story made for divine fulfillment.

To be the one 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.

Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire.

Transilvanian hunger.

My mountain is cold.

So pure, evil, cold,

Transilvanian hunger.