Luyện nghe bài hát Transilvanian Hunger

Transilvanian
the so Cold
Cold Cold Cold

Your hands are cruel ... pale ...
To Haunt, to forever at Night

me can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me in your daylight slumber
To be by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace

ohh, Hate Living... The only heat is blood
Transilvanian
So Pure... So

A story for Divine fulfillment
Hail to the True, vampires

To be the Ones a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and Fright the Dearest
Beautiful Evil Self to be the Count

A of a Pact that is Delightfully immortal

Feel the Call Freeze you with the Desire
So Pure... Evil,
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is

Hunger