Bright winter moon, can you feel it, as it's callin' you Down that dark lonely path where blood and fire brew Hear the wolves howl, in this dark and
When sad, we sing a mournful tune Like creatures baying at the moon But we all dance when things are fine Yes, even Doctor Frankenstein Ah, ha ha! Ha,
{I was waiting for you Tell me what's wrong Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment Your eyes Tell me what's wrong Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment
[Darkthrone Cover] [Bonus on LP] Transilvanenhunger Kalt! ...Kalt Die Berge sind kalt So... kalt! Deine HA¤nde sind grausam Spuk! ...Spuk ! Achtsam
Taken tetner Mrket faller Ondskap Slumrer Skogen kaller Her ute i Dyrets domene gjennom en dyster, Gusten Skog engler lper, engler flyr vekk fra min
Naberg reiste seg, n'r ved Mannahemens garden. íkstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke - dog var er byllepestens plager. Ingen gjestet frender, ingen
Kan du yne Slottet i det fjerne og dets lystige, skralende fest Par som danser, par som ler par som svmmer i uakstom Synd Og under den sol dom (de) sorte
Flittermice of Eld Unveiled at the plenilune Rising terrestrial power umbraged by celestial light Fordone by Mournful rest now seeking to be
En Grind stod apen, en rytter viste seg. En Kald Take hadde lagt seg over marken. Ni Svarte hester, og ni armerte menn. Et íye stirret Olmt ned
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe, Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned, for ingen kunne vite
Over fjell og gjennom Torner Gjennnom den One Dunkle Skog D som ein Kriger, Hodet pa eit tre Skjr i kjtt. Naler dype i huden ned. Ravners nebb i Blod
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
Everywhere I go, everyone I see, knows the secret languishing down inside of me. A change of scene could be the key, go to the cupboard, take out the
If you want to know how to fly high, I can go now To a place where all the concubines Meet and converse with them, marvel at their pale skin Wonder how
Igor: Have you heard about the mania if not then let me explain t'ya Yes sir, it's the Transylvania mania. Whether you're in Ruritania Or a dance
If you want to know how To fly high, then go now To the place where all the concubines... Meet and converse with them Marvel at their pale skin Wonder
12:01, From a Green Bottle... Red Tongue, This Nights No Fun. Dry Cough From Those Deadly Cancer Sticks. Suffering Only You, I Cant Believe I'm Scared
You're bent over the grand piano. Feel my eyes slide over you. Legs that curve the same as hers could run as quickly too. My lazy tongue lies low and