| 1877, a cold and moonlit night
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| The woods of siebenbürgen the beast prepares to strike
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| Afflicted with a curse — a creature with no name
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| A tortured soul inside — screaming out in pain
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| Burning eyes with deadly intent
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| I will track ya! |
| I will get ya!
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| Cloaked in darkness
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| Lurking below in it’s lair
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| My mind is set — the aim is vengeance
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| The mission is to hunt and to kill
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| Destroy the evil spawn of Lucifer
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| Driven on by an iron will
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| I’m the Impaler
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| My hands are gripping tight on the crucifix
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| My heart is beating faster — I’m here in the crypt
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| The light of my torch casts shadows on the wall
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| Tracking down the coffin in the ancient Hall
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| Open the casket — I stare in his face
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| I will track ya! |
| I will get ya!
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| Raising the hammer
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| Ending the reign of despair
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| My mind is set — the aim is vengeance
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| The mission is to hunt and to kill
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| Destroy the evil spawn of Lucifer
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| Driven on by an iron will
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| I’m the Impaler
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| Pounding a stake straight through his heart
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| Black blood spurts in my Face
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| Centuries of evil come to an end
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| Demise of an unholy race
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| My mind is set — the aim is vengeance
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| The mission is to hunt and to kill
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| Destroy the evil spawn of Lucifer
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| Driven on by an iron will
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| I’m the Impaler |