Kaziklu Bay (The Lord Impaler)

After the fourth crusade all christian piety is gone

And the greates commander against the muslim turks you have now become

Kaziklu Bey - Stormbringer of fright

Now show the world your might

Impale your every foe with delight

And let the frail deccend into eternal night

Gather your armies for the decisive fight

Your elite state is now in sight

Stormwing infury with ten thousand men

To teach the muslims a lession again

In the part of Giurgiu their ambush will fail

To Wallachia in chains the turks now grow pale

With poles through their hodies they all now will die

And the sultan Mohammed in anguish will cry

At the forthcoming winter the war since long planned

To spread the religion which the turks banned

Went on all the way to the Black sea

Where overwhelming armies forced Dracul to flee

Kaziklu Bey Lord of bloodshed

The infidely you dismembered

Rise and conquer with your army you people from the turkish yake liberated

After the battle at Giurgiu the deathfigure was 23809 turkish ears, noses and heads

By poison the wells and burning the land

Dracul only left ashes to the men from the sand

While the peasants joined Dracul the turks heard the cry

Of wolves and only saw vultures in the sky

At the "terror night" Dracul striked the starved turks

And killed thousand and thousand to complite their works

Next morning the turks found Turgoviste in flames

And a forest of Impaled men with turkish names

Then he sultan gave up his conquering plan

"What can we do against such a man?