Marduk Dracole Wayda
Back in Transilvania to be met by the news Which stuck 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 demonforces his army the muslims and christians defy But four years after his departure from the town Vlad appeared outside town In the forest 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 scatterd 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 blead To cherish the soulds of his subjects In fear of divine punishment and hells embrace Dracul raised abbeys and supported the church as a sign To the goodwill 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...
