Darkthrone

Transilvanian Hunger
the Mountains are Cold
Cold
Cold
Soul
Cold
Your hands are cruel
careful ... pale ...
To Haunt, to Haunt
forever at Night
Take me in your daylight slumber
can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally
To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
ohh, Hate Living ... The only heat is warm blood
So Pure ... So Cold