Dracole Wayda

Back in Transilvania to be met by the news

Which struck the christian world as a blaze

Konstantinopel has fallen into the hands of the turks

And the emperor Konstantin is dead

The fear of the turks is growing but the sword of Dracul

Will show the muslims the reapers face

Vlad now took shelter in Sibiu so the coloured ones

Couldn't manage to get his head

A servant of god in league with Satan

A christian crusader who made the angels cry

A defender of moral and faith with nature bread by hellspawn

As driven by demon forces his army the muslims and christians defy

But four years after his departure from the town Vlad appeared outside town in the forests cold haze

His wallachian army slaughtered, tortured and plundered Sibiu as raging demons terror they spread

Teared apart, impaled on poles now ten thousand of his countrymen into the afterworld gaze

Maimed and scattered a few survivors, always to remember this day out into the night fled

A servant of god...

Dracul now repair his castle which the tartars centuries ago

Made a rampaged place

"His clothes had to work til the clothes fell from their bodies"

An old chronicle said

From Poenari Vlad rules with an iron hand and his strife for power

Leaves a bloodstained trace

The boyars was gathered for a meeting and soon on poles

They dying bleed

To cherish the souls of his subjects

In fear of divine punishment and hells embrace

Dracul raised abbeys and supported the church as a sign

To the godwill he god offered

But the mortals he by orgys of bloodshed and torture

Made clear that they Vlad had to praise

Eternal death to thee who had the nerv

To not the voivod and inquisitor dread

A servant of god...