Dracole Wayda

Back in Transilvania to be met by the news
 Which struck 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 forests 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 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 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 godwill 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...