Transilvanian Beat Club is a Metal Music Project of the Eisregen Drummer Ro… Read Full Bio ↴Transilvanian Beat Club is a Metal Music Project of the Eisregen Drummer Ronny "Yantit" Fimmel. Also a member of the band was Theresa Trenks, aka "2T" from Eisregen. She left the band. The "TBC" also stands for tuberculosis. Ronny Fimmel said it sounds funny and then it became the bands name. Their first record "Willkommen im Club!" was released at May 5th in 2006.

Current line-up:

Yantit - Guitar, Vocals
Blutknecht - Bass Guitar
Dr. Franzenstein - Drums

transilvanian hunger
Transilvanian Beat Club Lyrics

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Transilvanian hunger the mountain so cold
Cold cold soul cold

Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ...
To haunt, to haunt 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 song "Transilvanian Hunger" by the Transilvanian Beat Club is a haunting tribute to the eternal mystery and dark beauty of Transylvania. The lyrics paint a picture of a cold, desolate mountain where the only warmth is the blood of the living. The persona of the song seems to be drawn to this eerie landscape, longing to be embraced by it forever.

The first line of the song, "Transilvanian hunger, the mountain so cold," sets the tone for the entire piece. The persona is drawn to Transylvania by a hunger that cannot be sated, and though the landscape is cold and barren, they find it enticing. The second line, "Cold cold soul cold," suggests that the persona is in a state of emotional and spiritual coldness that mirrors the environment they're drawn to.

The rest of the song continues to explore this theme, with lyrics like "your hands are cruel careful...pale...to haunt forever at night," suggesting a sense of danger and foreboding. The persona seems to be drawn irresistibly to the dark and morbid appeal of Transylvania and the vampires who dwell there. The final lines of the song, "Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold, so pure...evil, cold, Transilvanian hunger," bring back the opening lines and reinforce the idea that this hunger is a pure, intense force that is both beautiful and frightening.

Line by Line Meaning

Transilvanian hunger the mountain so cold
The hunger for Transilvania is deeply rooted in me, and the mountains there are perpetually frigid and unwelcoming.

Cold cold soul cold
My heart and soul have been made cold by the unrelenting cold of the mountains.

Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ...
Your touch is sharp and precise, but also devoid of warmth and life.

To haunt, to haunt forever at night
I am haunted by thoughts of you every night, and it seems I always will be.

Take me can't you feel the call
I am drawn to you irresistibly, can't you feel the pull?

Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber
Wrap me in your embrace forever, even in the daylight when you are at rest.

To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace
I long to live in the dark, foreboding shadow of your home.

Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood
I despise living, but the only thing that brings me warmth and life is the blood of others.

So pure... So cold
Your essence is pure but also ice-cold and unyielding.

Hail to the true, intense vampires
Praise be to the genuine, passionate vampires who share my desires.

A story made for divine fulfillment
Our story is one writ for the satisfaction of the gods themselves.

To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow
We are the ones who live in the midst of a howling wind of sadness and grief.

Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis
Our deepest release and catharsis comes from feeling deep sorrow and fear.

Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count
I embrace my inner evil to become the dark but alluring leader of this realm.

A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal
We are all bound together in a pact of immortality that brings us immense pleasure.

Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire
Let the irresistible call of Transilvania fill you and consume you with the highest possible desire.

Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold
I crave Transilvania and its icy, unforgiving mountains.

So pure... Evil, cold
Your essence is both pure and darkly evil, and as cold as the wintry mountains of Transilvania.

Contributed by James R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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