Luyện nghe bài hát Transilvanian Hunger

(Originally by Darkthrone, by Fenriz 1992)

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

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

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

to the True, intense vampires
A story made for Divine
To be the ones breathing a Wind of
and fright the dearest catharsis

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

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

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

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