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Transilvanian
the mountain so
Cold Soul Cold

Your hands are careful ... pale ...
To Haunt, to Haunt at Night

Take me you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight
To be by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace

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

A made for Divine fulfillment
to the True, intense vampires

To be the Ones breathing a of Sorrow
Sorrow and the Dearest Katharsis
Evil Self to be the Morbid Count

A part of a Pact is Delightfully immortal

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

Hunger