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Transilvanian Hunger...cold..soul
Your hands are cruel...to haunt..to haunt
the mountains are cold...soul...soul...
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

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175 cm

Europæisk