| Back in Transilvania to be met by the news
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| Which stuck the christian world as a blaze
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| Konstantinopel has fallen into the hands of the turks
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| And the emperor Konstantin is dead
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| The fear of the turks is growing but the sword of Dracul
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| Will show the muslims the reapers face
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| Vlad now took shelter in Sibiu so the coloured ones
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| Couldn’t manage to get his head
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| A servant of god in league with Satan
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| A christian crusader who made the angels cry
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| A defender of moral and faith with nature bread by hellspawn
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| As driven by demonforces his army the muslims and christians defy
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| But four years after his departure from the town Vlad appeared outside
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| town
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| In the forest cold haze
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| His wallachian army slaughtered, tortured and plundered Sibiu
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| As raging demons terror they spread
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| Teared apart, impaled on poles now ten thousand of his countrymen
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| into the afterworld gaze
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| Maimed and scatterd a few survivors, always to remember this day
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| Out into the night fled
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| A servant of god…
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| Dracul now repair his castle which the tartars centuries ago
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| Made a rampaged place
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| His clothes had to work til the clothes fell from their bodies
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| An old chronicle said
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| From Poenari Vlad rules with an iron hand and his strife for power
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| Leaves a bloodstained trace
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| The boyars was gathered for a meeting and soon on poles
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| They dying blead
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| To cherish the soulds of his subjects
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| In fear of divine punishment and hells embrace
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| Dracul raised abbeys and supported the church as a sign
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| To the goodwill he god offered
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| But the mortals he by orgys of bloodshed and torture
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| Made clear that they Vlad had to praise
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| Eternal death to thee who had the nerv
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| To not the voivod and inquisitor dread
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| A servant of god… |