transilvanian hunger
1389 Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 1389's song "Transilvanian Hunger" describe the allure and fascination with the cold and dark nature of Transylvania. The first few lines evoke a haunting mood with the repetitive emphasis on the cold and soul which could refer to the cold weather and dark spirits of Transylvania. The hunger mentioned in the title could also refer to the desire for the darkness and morbidity Transylvania represents.


The song also mentions the vampires who are associated with Transylvania, and hail to their intense nature. The line "To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow" could refer to the desire to be one with the sorrowful and dark atmosphere of Transylvania. The lyrics express a yearning to be embraced by the darkness of Transylvania and to become a part of the pact with the delightfully immortal.


In summary, the lyrics of "Transilvanian Hunger" express a fascination with Transylvania's dark and mysterious nature and a desire to become a part of its morbid world.


Line by Line Meaning

Transilvanian hunger cold, soul
The chilling desire for Transilvanian hunger seeps deep into the soul.


Your hands are cruel... to haunt, to haunt
The hands of the vampire are both merciless and alluring, beckoning one to be haunted by them forever.


The mountains are cold... soul, cold
The mountains of Transylvania whisper of a coldness that chills the soul to its core.


Careful pale, forever at night
Pale skin and eternal darkness are the marks of the vampire, who must tread carefully in its nocturnal existence.


Take me can't you feel the call
The allure of the vampire is irresistible, calling out with a supernatural force that cannot be ignored.


Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
To be embraced by the vampire is to enter a dreamlike slumber that is eternal, even in daylight.


To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace
The vampire's castle is shrouded in a shadow of death, a place where only the bravest dare to tread.


Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
The vampire despises the living and can only be warmed by the intoxicating rush of hot, fresh blood.


So pure... So cold
The purity of the vampire's existence is matched only by the frigid coldness of its undead heart.


Transilvanian hunger
The all-encompassing desire to feed on the blood of the living burns like a fierce hunger throughout Transylvania.


Hail to the true, intense vampires
The vampire lords of Transylvania are hailed as the true masters of the night, consuming all in their path with an intense hunger.


A story made for divine fulfillment
The tale of the vampire is a legend that yearns for divine fulfillment, transcending mere mortal existence.


To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow
To be a vampire is to breathe in the winds of sorrow, perpetually caught in the cycle of death and darkness.


Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Sorrow and fear are the closest things to catharsis for the vampire, the only way to truly feel alive in their undead state.


Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
The vampire embraces their own beautiful evil, becoming the morbid count of their own dark destiny.


A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
As a member of an immortal pact, the vampire revels in the never-ending darkness and infinite possibilities of their existence.


Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
The call of the vampire is so irresistible and chilling, it freezes the listener with an overwhelming desire to join them in their undead state.


Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
The vampire's hunger for blood only intensifies in the frigid, mountainous terrain of Transylvania.


So pure... Evil, cold
The vampire's pure, chilling evil consumes them entirely, leaving them cold to their very core.


Transilvanian hunger
The insatiable, unrelenting hunger of the vampire for the warmth and life of human blood.




Contributed by Sophie C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

Ou SaMa

Why not have a video ..use the power of image

More Versions