Luyện nghe bài hát Transilvanian Hunger

(Originally by Darkthrone, lyrics by 1992)

Transilvanian Hunger... cold...
hands are cruel... to haunt... to haunt
The are cold... soul... soul...
Careful... pale... at Night

Take me... can't you feel the
Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight
To be Draped by the of your Morbid Palace
oh, Hate Living... The only is warm blood

So Pure... So
Transilvanian
So Pure... So

Hail to the True, intense
A made for Divine fulfillment
To be the ones breathing a Wind of
Sorrow and the dearest catharsis

Beautiful Self to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is immortal
Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid
A part of a Pact that is immortal

So Pure... So
Hunger
So Pure... So

So Pure... So
Transilvanian
So Pure... So

So Pure... So
So Pure... So