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    • 标题:Transilvanian Hunger

    艺人:DARKTHRONE

    专辑:Transilvanian Hunger

    作词:Fenriz

    作曲:andres_inferis666@yahoo.com

    附注:
    Letanias: 
                !! Unholy !!!
           !!! Black Metal !!!
                     666

       Riobamba -  Ecuador     
                    2006

    节拍: ♩ = 68

    注释:Tandilvanian hunger cold.... Cold.................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 meeternally in your daylight...slumber..To be draped by the shadowof your morbid palaceOhh, hate living...the only heat is warm..blood.............................So pure...........................So cold........................................Transilvanian hunger.............................Hail to the true,intense vampires..A story made for divine..fullfilment....To be the ones breathing...a wind of sorrow...Sorrow and fright...the dearest katharsis........Beautiful evil self..........to be the morbid count..Apart of a pact.......that is delightfully immortal.....................!Ah!..............................................Feel the call freeze youwith the uppermost desire..Transilvanian hunger......My mountain is cold..............!Ah!..............................................So pure...........................................Evil..............................................Cold..............................................Transilvanian hunger..............................
    歌词:
    Transilvanian hunger
    

    
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
    
A 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
    
A 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
    

    

    
*BY   MR.SERPENT *
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