transilvanian hunger
Darkthrone Lyrics


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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

Hail to the True, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment

To be the ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and fright the dearest catharsis

Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is delightfully immortal

[scream]

Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Transilvanian Hunger...my mountain is cold

[scream]





So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Darkthrone's Transilvanian Hunger are steeped in the black metal genre's ethos of using darkness, loss, and evil as a means of self-expression. The song begins with the heartless and cruel nature of the mountainous region, which is described as being so cold that it has become imbued with a soul of its own. The singer implores the listener to heed the call of the mountains so that they, too, may experience the embrace of the cold, eternal slumber.


Continuing in this vein, Darkthrone describes the twisted allure of a morbid palace and the pure coldness of Transilvanian hunger. The singer revels in their association with "true, intense vampires" as a means of achieving divine fulfillment. The song then takes a more introspective turn, as the singer begins to explore their own inner darkness by embracing their own "beautiful evil self."


In this way, Transilvanian Hunger is an anthem of self-discovery and acceptance, albeit through the lens of darkness and evil. The song encourages listeners to embrace the cold and the darkness and to find strength in their ability to survive in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Transilvanian Hunger...cold..soul
The hunger for Transylvania, coupled with the ruthlessness of the coldness and despair in one's soul.


Your hands are cruel...to haunt..to haunt
The cruel hands are haunted by the evil and wicked desires, causing harm and distress to others.


the mountains are cold...soul...soul...
The mountains are frigid with despair, echoing the soul's distress and agony.


careful..pale...forever at Night
Being vigilant and cautious of enemies lurking in the shadow, ghostly pale and forever finding comfort only in the darkness of the night.


Take me...can't you feel the Call
A fervent desire to be taken away, with an intense yearning to heed the calling of the dark forces.


Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight slumber
Seeking eternal embrace within the realm of the undead, where there is no daylight but eternal slumber.


To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
Being overshadowed by the darkness of the morbid palace, as an essential element to appease the master of the realm.


ohh, Hate Living...The only heat is warm blood
The sheer loathing of being alive, the only satisfactory warmth being the blood of the living.


So Pure... So Cold
The purity of darkness, the coldness of the soul.


Hail to the True, intense vampires
Praising the undeniable presence of real and extreme vampires.


A story made for Divine fulfillment
A tale meant to fulfill a divine sense of purpose for those who believe.


To be the ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
The ones who are destined to inhale the breeze of sorrow, accepting the despondency that comes with the path of darkness.


Sorrow and fright the dearest catharsis
The most desirable way to obtain relief from suffering and anxiety is by embracing more sorrow and dread.


Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
The exquisitely wicked self is destined to become the ruler of the gruesome castle.


A part of a Pact that is delightfully immortal
The pact, which brings the pleasures of immortality, is a cherished part of this world.


[scream]
The uncontrollable sound that erupts from the core of despair and pain.


Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
The strong, compelling force of the call brings a freezing sensation but the strong urge to follow the call remains unchanged.


Transilvanian Hunger...my mountain is cold
The hunger for the Transylvanian realm, amidst the backdrop of the mountain's chilling, calm environment.


[scream]
The unrestrained scream shatters the pervasive quietness, reverberating with the essence of the underworld.


So Pure... Evil, Cold
The pure essence of darkness, characterized by pure evil and the chilling coldness that remains unyielding.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: IVAR ENGER, LEIF GYLVE NAGELL, TED ARVID SKJELLUM

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