Darkthrone - "Transilvanian Hunger" (Unofficial Video)

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  • čas přidán 10. 09. 2024
  • Darkthrone (Norway)
    Transilvanian Hunger"
    Track 1 from the album
    "Transilvanian Hunger"
    (Peaceville Records, 1994)
    Line up:
    Nocturno Culto : Guitar/Vocals
    Fenriz : Drums
    Satyr : Bass (live support)
    * Darkthrone live at Rockefeller Music Hall, Oslo, Norway, 06/04/1996.
    Recording taken from the "Funeral Days" DVD bootleg, with audio from the album itself.
    -- "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
    (Edited by K. at "Acheron Moon Studio")

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    --- "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