Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthrone cover)

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 
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 
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