Dracole Wayda

Back in Transilvanian to be met by the news
Which struck the christian worlds as a blaze
Konstantinopol has fallen into hands of the turks
And the emperor Konstantin in dead
The fear of the turks is growing but the sword of Dracul
Will show the muslim 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 mortal and faith with nature bred by hellspawn
As driven demonforces his army the muslims and christians defy

But for 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 riping demons terror they spread
Teared apart, impaled on poles now ten thousand of his countryment
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 clother had to work til the clothes fell from their bodies"
An old chronicle said
From Poenari Vlad rules with an iron hand his strife for power
Leaves a bloodstained trace
The boyars was gathered for a meeting and soon on poles
They dying blead

To cherish the soulds of his subjects
In fear of divine punishment and hells embrace
Dracul reised abbeys and supported the church as a sign
To the goodwill he god offered
But the mortals he by orgys of bloodshed and torture
Mad 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...