[Intro]
Transilvanian hunger, cold soul
Your hands are cruel, to haunt, to haunt
The mountains are cold, soul cold
Careful pale, forever at night

[Verse 1]
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
Oh, hate living, the only heat is warm blood
So pure, so cold
Transilvanian hunger

[Verse 2]
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for divine fulfillment
To be the one breathing a wind of sorrow
Sorrow and fright, the dearest katharsis

[Bridge]
Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal

[Verse 3]
Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian hunger
My mountain is cold
[Outro]
So pure, evil, cold
Transilvanian hunger