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


Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold


So pure... Evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger