标题:Transilvanian Hunger
艺人:DARK THRONE
专辑:Transilvanian Hunger
作词:Fenriz
作曲:andres_inferis666@yahoo.com
附注:
Letanias:
!! Unholy Black Metal !!
Riobamba - Ecuador节拍:♩ = 68
音轨:
- Nocturno Culto - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Fenriz - 敲击乐器
- Zephyrous - 拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
注释:Transilvanian 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 *
